Of Cottages and Clouds

12043129_895662533821595_1064952773297469079_nFisherman’s House at Varengeville, by Monet.

It’s loud,
this salt.

This briny ribbon breeze blown in,
tinged with turquoise and pastel

time. She’s shaped a world of quiet
seafoam clay, steeped the day in

parchment sky and silence. Come.
Find her here. Tomorrow’s ours.

But whisper soft; she’s storing
sorrow in fragile jars.


prompted by margo roby

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11 Responses to Of Cottages and Clouds

  1. Shawna says:

    Such perfection. I am swooning over this.

  2. Canning her tears away… just beautful. I love this and the picture with it. “pastel / time” – nice.

  3. Marie Elena says:

    Swooning with Shawna. Wow …

  4. i love it when you personify nouns. mouthy salt is great!

  5. clothespeggedpat says:

    An amazingly wonderfully powerful piece – such incredible imagery flowing in words carefully crafted – it feels as gentle as silk.

  6. julespaige says:

    I agree with Debi here –
    Every line could be a new inspiration.
    Thanks for your visit. 🙂

    I especially enjoyed this combination:

    This briny ribbon breeze blown in,
    tinged with turquoise and pastel


  7. margo roby says:

    Oh that ending. And the speaker’s voice. Love this, de.

  8. Kir Piccini says:

    This makes me want to sit on that rock and daydream.

  9. Lovely poem, with a sting in the tail!

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