Sep 8
Night Falls
Beauty
from the curved shoulder of night
slips a shawl of stars
see it pool at her feet
glistening in the universal stillness
as she reaches down
long slender arm outstretched
there is a chill in her darkness
a draft from some far-away
open door or window
see— she gathers the shawl
lifting it up
and rests it back on her shoulders
Pamela Olson, 9/8/08
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This is beautiful… so still and cool
a shawl of stars see it pool at her feet – I love that – the night like a person, I like the imaginary that comes when reading this
Now we see her when we can’t … a lovely, lithe masque.
Pam this is beautiful. I love that first stanza and how you came back around to it in the last. Well done. Have a nice day.
Cosmic, mythic, totally beautiful.
Lovely. There’s a beautiful sense of movement here.
What a relaxing, spiritual poem.
Beautiful, Pam, your words and placement of them, echoes the
lift and fall of a shawl, of breath.