the length of the gutter.
dog's fangs, elephant tusks.
You point out
starlings, plump bits of morse code,
pinging for positions on power lines.
I mime the moon
The frost I skim from your arms
around me chaps. You don't mind
saying how you fell
into dreaming of mosaics of skin
in French-cut bikinis
dazzling in the glow of watercolor
sunsets. I decide
it's enough to know
and footprints appear ahead
© 2011 Maureen E. Doallas
I wrote this poem for today's One-Word Blog Carnival, sponsored by Peter Pollock.
The Blog Carnival is a biweekly online event open to anyone. Participants write either original poetry or prose reflecting their consideration of or response to the one-word prompt or topic. The prompt for January 25 is "winter".
At Peter's place, you'll find a list of links to all of the Blog Carnival contributions, which are posted throughout Tuesday and often through to the end of the week.
The Blog Carnival's FaceBook page is here.
The prompt for the next Blog Carnival is "renewal". The complete list is here.