Sunday, January 6, 2013

Carpe Diem (Poem)

Carpe Diem

Stripped to nothing
more than the scrim of a dress,

she plays at being your muse.
A milky stretch of skin not

yet caressed by another's hands
frames what you have

to paint before the light forces
your eye up to meet her own.

After, in the hollows of her
face you limn so softly shadows

lead away from what once you dared.

© 2013 Maureen E. Doallas

This poem is my response to today's photo prompt at Tess Kincaid's Magpie Tales. Go here to see the image by Daniel Murtagh, to read other writers' poems or flash fiction, or to add a link to your own contribution. 


Helen said...

I love 'the scrim of a dress' ~~ exactly what it is. Nice write!!!

Anonymous said...

Bang. Nailed this nicely.

"scrim of a dress" so on point.

Kathe W. said...

very sensual and powerful

Tess Kincaid said...

Lovely write, Maureen...

hyperCRYPTICal said...

Beautiful indeed.

Anna :o]

Tina said...

Oh so nice. Very well chosen words that convey a lot of emotion. Not easy to do, but you nailed it.

Tina @ Life is Good