|Photograph for One Shoot Sunday courtesy of Walter Parada|
She sings with joy as new birds fly;
plumage and foliage mix each spring
when gypsy caravan's a-rolling.
They navigate by pole star sight.
Suitors implore her vacant door --
the road, her beacon, shines its light.
For the woman-child, travel brings
its wanderlust as all birds fly.
(c) Gay Reiser Cannon * 2011* All Rights Reserved
|Silhouettes superimposed over magnetized iron filings|
Brown eyes found mine; worlds fell apart.
Jupiter spun out of orbit;
fire rained, lakes burned, our souls forfeit.
Skin strained, eyes streamed, blood pumped my heart.
I reached for you-- cold stars streaked blue.
Consumed with lust, at last we'd start!
You turned away, the spell had split.
Brown eyes left mine; worlds fell apart.
Gay Reiser Cannon * 2011* All Rights Reserved
An octain written for Form Monday where the
rhyme scheme is A-b-b| a-c/c-a| b-A