Renewal
Posted on Wednesday 17th February 2010 1:29 pm
She stood there, alone.
Stripped naked, bare, fearful
of a solitary stare.
Frozen momentarily on the threshold
of that first tentative step,
out of the warm embrace of the darkness
into the soulless glare
of an abyss of nothingness.
One, that stretched endlessly,
inviting yet threatening.
Filled with bright infinite possibility,
darkened by the hidden unknown,
unseen, undiscovered.
She stood there, alone.
Stripped naked, bare, fearful.
A soft tingle of excitement
trembled through her,
as she stared,
at the vast canvass,
stretched out before her.
Bold and bare,
and that first tentative footprint
hovering there.
Waiting.



Janet Ramsden
Fri 19th Feb 2010 13:44
Hi Nicky,
thanks for commenting on 'Zebrina.'
I do enjoy writing poems like this one. Can it be described as allegorical?
Janet.x