Eye
In a good light my eye is the colour of dark green moss,
rimmed with the long lashes of a camel
tending to dryness
or else
watering too readily
like an over-filled pond
the slightest perturbation
causing it to overspill.
Blink and you are there.
Imprinted in my mind.
How I saw you last.
Your single image.
rimmed with the long lashes of a camel
tending to dryness
or else
watering too readily
like an over-filled pond
the slightest perturbationcausing it to overspill.
Blink and you are there.
Imprinted in my mind.
How I saw you last.
Your single image.
posted by Clare Dudman at 3:57 pm
2 Comments:
A beautiful, imainative, thoughtful and informative piece.
I cry very rarely, once every few months usually. Perhaps I used up my share sometime before. But last night I cried over a tv programme talking about what a garden should be. Its the unlikely things that get you!
Thank you, Jem! You are very kind.
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