Monday, 31 August 2015

peonies...


Peonies (1897) William Merritt Chase


a healer
lives within

quietly airing
multi-layered
folds of
sphinx-like 
beauty

******

sometimes
I walk back to
my beloved grandmother's cottage

on the outside
the cottage seems
neglected
choking with
weathering and
weeds

gateless
fenceless

there is little 
visible appeal

at least
not to strangers

but inside
in a dusty
webby 
room

hangs
a lone painting
of a humbly elegant woman
gently bending
to admire

her precious selection 
of peonies

****

I know just when
to view this painting

it must be
early morning light
spring light

softly streaming
through
smudged glass

as if some beam
from afar
scrambles to connect
for a little while

it is then 
the painting glows

****

she looks so young
so sacred
so at peace
with her healer

she is
her own god

and
each visit here
I feel 
a painful 
longing
to be more than
some adoring child
at her altar


indeed
sometimes
I need 
to damn 
the insane urge


to stay



 

Linking to:

Magpie Tales #283

9 comments:

Linda Ann Nickerson said...

Just stopping by. It's been awhile! Love the poem and the beautiful artwork goes so well with it!

Blessings, Linda Ann
Nickers and Ink Poetry and Humor

Julie Jordan Scott said...

I especially enjoyed the sojourn to Grandma's cottage. Made me smile softly and feel my way back to my own grandmother's home.

Thank you for that moment!

Hazel said...

Peaceful indeed. The heroine of your poem seems disconcertingly alone.

DEE DEE said...

Beautiful

Usha Menon said...


An interesting story line in a poetic form. Loved it.

Sandra said...

sweet memories!

Bekkie Sanchez said...

A different take and I enjoyed the story.

Abhishek Ghosh said...

beautiful take

Kathe W. said...

wow! stellar poems.

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