Written for: The Sunday Muse #44

“Ireland” by Emily Soto, fashion photographer
Skin of milk
contrasts starkly
with vermillion
in dress and cuffs.
Red-leafed vines float
about her as if
she is enwrapped in
a valentine. Body still,
except for one pale
arm raised, fingers
cupped to her ear.
Is she listening
for someone? Does she
hear a sound, an echo
from the ancient stone
wall calling to her?
http://thesundaymuse.blogspot.com/
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I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York.
My goal is to create and share poetry with others
who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve
in you, and feel your sparks as well.
“Enwrapped in a valentine” this whole poem is full of beauty! I love the question at the end. It really closes it perfectly!
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Thanks, Carrie!
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Stone walls such as these hold so much history and secrets…
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Yes, there is something secretive about a stone wall.
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She is so mysterious isn’t she? Loved the way you captured that . . 🙂
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Thanks, Eddie. Yes I did see her as mysterious.
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Lovely, Sara. Love that stone wall.
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Thanks, Vicki!
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A beautiful story of searching to find what was lost.
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Thanks, Regina!
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“enwrapped in a valentine” love that
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Thanks, Susie!
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