Wednesday, September 1, 2010

just one...

A tiny trace
The smallest hint
A gossamer allusion
To what was before
 Sends her in swift retreat
To the murky recesses
Of the corner closet
Cradled in shadows
Wrapped in a mantle
Of moonlight
That trickles through
The window and
Presses into the cracks
And crevices filling
The dark sanctuary
With a glimmer of light
Which she grasps
With both hands
As the floor falls
Beneath her and
She floats into the
Starless night sky…

6 comments:

cafe selavy said...

Hell of an illusion.

paulboo said...

A most beautiful poem which creates lovely images in the mind, ethereal images :o)
Love the poetic picture too.

Rhonda said...

CS, it was one hell of a night!

Paul, thank you for your imagination that can visualize oh so well! :)

Stars said...

Rhonda....beautiful words & pic! love it!

br said...

a beautiful poem...a fragment of light to clasp!!!

Sarah said...

I love it!! and you!! xoxox