Writing To A Weekly Prompt |
(PPC6 Prompt 12) You stun me glamour queen Nakedly grim, gaunt, lifeless Not a stitch of your former glory Remember spring your pastels giddy Glorious, glistening with dew And summer rich greens golden fruits Red ripe yellow kernels fuzzy seed pods Too much cleavage, sure, but summer Then your fall foliage lush crimson wear oranges maroons you donned magnificent skirts to thrust into the winds amber scarves scattered across blazing earth Until Naked I can't look at you anymore Why taunt me gaunt girl Waiting for the white linen Of snow and ice Cover your shriveled breasts cloak your withered spine Bind up your grotesque hips Slip something on those Garish limbs arms hands fingers You, in the heat of a 22 degree day You scream through clenched lips "look at my face!" But why girl? I have never looked there before Never dared look there where Eyes gray and stormy or Cool blue reserved haughty proud I content myself with your body Beautifully curved plush soft sacred Then yesterday, With reverence, yesterday I looked where tears from your eyes Formed icicles to catch a ray of light I was drawn to look deeper where crevices Had formed on your cheeks and brow A dimple here and a dimple there Reminders of when you were a toddler An infant laughing at winter's cruelty I smile as you frown at the squirrels And flirtatious birds thrashing about in the remains of what you cast aside There is nourishment there for some Right up where your hair turned gray Such a pretty face scoured by sleet Wind rain - ice laced face grimacing with each contraction birthing buds For your new wardrobe I've been too harsh with you naked one Who am I to judge and look away You are after all how God made you How God for a season wanted me to see you Embrace you Hold you Love you All of you Free from 55 Lines ♫~ Kenword~♫ (101@100513)_(101x2@030614)__________ (YCM_@122313) |