I see my mind as a tapestry woven through with memories, dreams and thoughts.

Sunday, 27 March 2011

Sunday Poem

Where White Foxgloves .....

I had seen the bright
auburn coat of the fox
lit by an opalescent moon
and the wild grass quiver.

I had seen white foxgloves
mark as pebbles of pearl
the lie of the lair
in the glare of the mid day sun.

I had seen, for a brief moment,
the jay soar to roost
in early evening, and gasped
at the marvel of sunset plumage.


Colour was the clue, so clear,
so periwinkle blue,
amidst a puff of down,
with sharp black bar lines
marking the plummet of the jay
where white foxgloves grow.

AS

11 comments:

Spangle said...

I love the words 'periwinkle blue'. Did you write this poem? It's beautiful.

steven said...

the world sings its song in colour! thankyou for sharing your lovely writing aguja. steven

Pagan Sphinx said...

"I had seen white foxgloves
mark as pebbles of pearl
the lie of the lair
in the glare of the mid day sun."

That is my favorite part. Lovely.

Angela said...

What a beautiful poem. Your phrasing is so melodic I can almost hear music when I read it.
Thank you for sharing

Dulce said...

Oh colours shine and dive here, Aguja... Lovely poem so deep and colourful, yet... foxgloves...

Style, She Wrote said...

Beautiful prose. xo style, she wrote

Melissa Sarno said...

Gorgeous. I love this.

T Opdycke said...

Through your colorful word imagery the scene of a struggle between white fox and jay becomes crystal clear.

aguja said...

Thank you all for such encouraging comments ... and yes, Spangle, it is one of my poems.

Will be catching up on all your postings this week. Last week was quite hectic.

Olga said...

This is a beautiful poem. It's full of emotional nuances.

aguja said...

Thank you Olga. I am so glad that you have enjoyed reading this poem.