Photo Credit: © 2010 Mark Haley
Courtesy of Tess Kincaid, Magpie Tales
But for One Branch, Bending
A feather-dusted sky kicks up a storm
warning. Clouds jitter above this path
we've cleared, one stone laid down
for each foot forward, two if we dared
to look back. The way we've come
we still go, and ahead is that wall too
high to climb but for one branch, bending.
© 2013 Maureen E. Doallas
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This poem is my response to today's photo prompt at Magpie Tales, the Mark Haley image above. Go here to read others' contributions or to drop a link to your own poem or flash-fiction post. My thanks both to Tess Kincaid and Mark Haley.
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14 comments:
Gorgeous, Maureen... love feather-dusted sky.
Beautiful reponse to the prompt...
That's poetry! :) Thank you...
Lush and lovely...from a feather dusted sky to one branch, bending. This is a beautiful response to the photo.
Thanks for the lovely poem.
Lovely...I like feather-dusted sky, too...
Yes. Mysterious, that one branch, and those two steps back if we dare.
Marvelous use of line-breaks to multiply the end-words' meanings. This is how (or one way how) poetry can "say more" than prose.
wearing the path
There is always a branch bending - you just have to look for it.
"...but for one branch bending."
Love your choice of imagery and metaphor in this piece. Perfect.
Beautiful. Help comes when we persevere.
Such economy of words, which really fit with your subject matter.
=)
Beautiful words.
Anna :o]
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