Natural Woman ~ Susie Clevenger
Stars drop in glitter exclamations
among strands of braided auburn curls
as Antheia walks the grave of blooms.
Ignoring winter’s icy taunts, she dances
on the rotted breast of petals singing psalms
to sleeping spring of bright color soon to escape
the swaddling of dark roots.
With emerald brush she paints the blackened wool
of midnight’s scowl with swaths of green, and fills
her lungs with moonlight so every breath is seeded with a
dream.
Comments
Muchđź’—love
I like the ideas sprouting in your poem. My favorite:
"bright color soon to escape
the swaddling of dark roots"
Thank you fore sharing your Digital Collage Art with us, the very last picture showing on the Pinterest that came us may be my favorite. You must have started early to have accomplished all these.
Also I like to see how the writer has come to mind with his or her prompt. You did not disappoint.
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so every breath is seeded with a dream
How nice to cultivate some form of hope going by the mess that we are having now. Great visual creation Susie Ma'am!
Hank
I'll let you know....
Great image; great writing.