' of woods in the winds '
walled by a silken tablecloth
'neath the dining table
its carved legs of oak
her susurrus woods
smell of deodorant and varnish
from that dreamy retreat
as life woofs and wefts
a toddler crosses the patina
of those ' wonderland ' silks
breaks free of the chrysalis
facing the hints and the scents
of thyme, birch, or balsam
holding inside her lungs
that forest in the breeze
( in about half a breath ) ..
/original /z.g.
Ah, to break free!
ReplyDeletemany thanks ..
ReplyDeleteWhat a rich, singular moment. Well done!
ReplyDeleteJust...WOW!! LOVE this!!! Tickles the senses :)
ReplyDeleteLovely - your words are perfect for this...the fragrance is 'visible'.
ReplyDeleteYou paint a wonderful tale with your words.
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This is so evocative...I felt like I was breathing in the scent of each line. Wonderful interpretation of the prompt Zoya.
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Ah, the sibilance of old growth forests. Loved the way you conveyed this!
ReplyDelete*phew*
ReplyDeletemeditational indeed
reminds me of being in a forest guest house in himachal pradesh, not very many years ago
Remind me of the first time we went on a field trip to the forest ... and getting my first smell of what I know now was a sweet shrub bush. Well done, as always.
ReplyDeleteEven tho the wood was taken from the woods the table retained the fragrance of nature.
ReplyDeletenice words, prolific vocabulary...
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