PixieDust
Ten Thousand Club
That's so good! I love the image of the crescent smileSo um
Avie and Cassy inspired a poem I had to write for Creative Writing
And yes, I was using a list of fabric and meadow flowers XD
Tiers of taffeta and daisies made of brocade
Surround me on all sides. I linger
By the window, avoiding contact with the
Giggling masses of lace and crêpe de chine.
Outside, the early summer sun smiles
Upon the cheery sunflowers and delicate Queen Anne’s Lace.
I want to be among them.
Silk gloves and satin hats mean little to me,
For they could never amount to the feeling
Of a world of milkweed and daylilies
All to myself.
Without meaning to, a sigh escapes me.
A flash of bright violet catches my eye, and I turn
To see a man with a crescent smile and shimmering eyes
Approach me.
His ebony hair is smoothed back, but I focus on the
Aster bloom tucked into front pocket.
I inhale sharply, for the fresh bloom is more beautiful
Than the towers of muslin, or chenille, or even crinoline.
Its color rivals that of the shawls of angora and eyelet.
My eyes lock with his, and I blink at the kindness I find there.
The view out the window blurs as I am swept into his arms
And into the midst of the taffeta and brocade I have come to despise.
Within moments, the outside air stirs my elaborate updo,
And a smile unwittingly blooms on my face
Like the small sneezewort flowers I admire from afar.
The man leads me off the balcony and into the meadow
Where all the violet geranium and blazing orange tiger lilies
Wait for me.
Stepping away from him, I crouch to take in the fragrant scents
Of the coreopsis rainbow and vivid gaillardia.
He joins me on the ground,
In the field of color,
And we silently gaze out at the ocean of blooms
That no color of silk can ever dream
Of living up to.
The man takes my hand, and we exchange a smile.
Once again, a breeze stirs the field
Filling the air with the scents of summer.