Persephone lay tangled
In my bed-clothes.
I watched trapezoids
of summer light
make motes
alive in her warmth.
I leant against the wall
and counted her breaths:
Pale and shallow her rising.
Her hair webbed.
and
gripped to her belly
my gown
since last she bathed.
I lowered my case
and loved her more.
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Words and foto Tommy Carroll
You had me with those opening lines . A real cracker this one. I love your use of traperzoid in this context.
Nice one Tommy
superb mate
Hi Dev and Don
I do appreciate your posts.
I may have left the back-door open in this poem.
The shape of some light, on a surface through window glass, can be fancifully described as such.
And Dev pardon my use of "To clarify" that upon retrospect came across as a rebuff - far from it. It was a genuine request to enquire.
The legs and her legs.
Cheers lads.
Tommy
A lesson in trapezoidal motion. Thanks gents.....
Devon Brock
Sat 20th Jul 2019 23:20
Plus, I have struggled to find an adequate way of describing the shape of light through windows. Calling it what it is, geometrically, is an epiphany. Da bells started chimin'.
D
Devon Brock
Sat 20th Jul 2019 23:17
For the reader, Tommy, for the reader. I thought it a brilliant play.
D
To clarify?
Devon Brock
Sat 20th Jul 2019 22:58
To clarify, a trapezoid's non-parallel sides are called "legs". Nice work, Tommy.
D
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Tommy Carroll
Sun 21st Jul 2019 23:12
Stu and Mart thanks, again it helps and it ...helps Tommy