Tuesday, 12 February 2013


The woman smiles at the song

                    as it drifts through the air

                                    like the scent of flowers

        she closes her eyes and memories come

                    softly, like the turning of the sky

                              a girl in a blue dress on a swing

                              that hangs from the branch of an old tree

        she moves through the air and her dress flutters

                              like a lily in the breeze

                              bathed in the warm summer sun

        and the woman laughs

                    like the ripples on water that was still

before a leaf touched the surface


  1. Wonderful imagery, P!

    (you oughta be a writer....:D)

  2. I'm amazed how you capture this moment, past, present perhaps future in such beautiful simile. Hugs.

  3. Thank you - you're all too kind but I'm glad you enjoyed it. xx