Going Bare

clematis seedhead


She slips out of silk, chiffon

garments dropping to the floor

in silent summer sighs like

flower petals. Leaving them

where they fall, she fingers her

wardrobe with a practised hand,

stopping briefly at her warm

wool suit, dismissing it as

too formal, too restrictive.

Dissatisfied, fingers trace

the rack again and again –

this too plain, this too last year,

that too wintry for autumn

sun. A thought strikes. Mirth tugs at

the corners of her ruby

lips as she wriggles brilliant

toenails into a leafy

carpet. “I’ll do it!” she grins.


19 comments on “Going Bare

  1. Martian Poet says:

    nice lines.

  2. Your poem suits your lovely photograph. I love’wriggling brilliant toenails into a leafy carpet’. πŸ™‚

  3. honestly, how can one hear flowers talk as much as you do? interestingly enough, your topic cloud doesn’t have ‘flower’ in it. I suppose flowers aren’t what you’re talking about anyway. ingenious.

    • melodylowes says:

      Hmmm – I never thought about that. My guess is that almost all of them would be about flowers in one way or another. But you’re right – they are simply the vehicle for the bigger ideas that float around in my upper floor. Thanks for that fun comment!

  4. I agree–you have a wonderful imagination, hearing conversations/thoughts by flowers and such!

  5. Your photography is fantastic Melody. It dances with your poetry beautifully. πŸ™‚

  6. Pam says:

    this one makes me smile – very daring!

  7. RoSy says:

    I love how you brought this flower to life – made her almost human.

  8. A la natural ! I felt a sentiment of completion and having the sweet rediscovering of True Self… The setting and settling aside to settle within ~does that make sense? Gorgeous !

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