………………………………..Consider the lily
pad, mad in its moonly
spill, filled with reflection
and promise. Consider
………….the crane, deigning to
touch down to earth
when sky beckons. Con
……………………-sider the creature
of habit: beating heart, rib
……………-biting away in its own un
-quiet cage, reckoning the
…………………search for a fonder place
to hide. Consider the
…………..lady and the lake; pond
-er how many indigo steps
it takes
…………………………………..to get to the other side.
Prompted by Quickly in September, day 21.
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I knew from the first line that you meant “consider the Lily” … that she was a girl, “reckoning the quiet cage.” All these creatures live inside of her; they are all her selves, her voices, her angels and demons. She’s trying to find herself. The trek across the pond is her personal journey through herself. Who better to kiss than her own inner frogs?
Love:
“rib
……………-biting away”
frogs pond – der-ring how many hops to push that golden ball back to the princess – and/or
I imagine the lady in the lake holding tight the sword Excalibur relaxing in the calm of the moon’s indigo steps…
…side burns, side berms…just because they sounded the same. And wondering too how much a gents facial hair hides flaws or lack of a chinny, chin, chin 🙂
I love “consider the crane,” and the way you pulled pond from ponder…I love that and all the rest, too. 🙂
Well, one could just hop across those lily pads!
My dog is named Lily!
I love “moonly spill” And cranes are so regal, aren’t they?
I like the idea of one’s rib cage being one’s literal cage.
I also like the title – reflecting the search for something better…