Tuesday, November 11, 2014

Slant Sun (Poem)

Slant Sun

 You slip on gold
gloves, garland our bodies
in the slant sun.

© 2014 Maureen E. Doallas

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This is an ekphrastic poem, written in response to an image posted on FaceBook by Darlene Countrygirl.
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2 comments:

  1. Peggy RosenthalNovember 11, 2014 at 9:17 AM

    I slipped on "slip"! What fun to see "slipping on gold" turn into putting on gold gloves.
    Like your previous poem, this one is a gem of images sliding into and out of each other, assonance holding it all together.
    (Wondering if a different title might increase the surprises in the poem, by saving "the slant sun" for the final words.)

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  2. MaureenNovember 11, 2014 at 9:21 AM

    I blanked on a title, Peggy; your comment is apt. I'll try to think of another.

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