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.
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
_______________________________________
You slip on gold
gloves, garland our bodies
in the slant sun.
© 2014 Maureen E. Doallas
_______________________________________
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2 comments:
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.)
I blanked on a title, Peggy; your comment is apt. I'll try to think of another.
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