Woman In Vines

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?


About purplepeninportland

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.
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12 Responses to Woman In Vines

  1. Carrie V. H. says:

    “Enwrapped in a valentine” this whole poem is full of beauty! I love the question at the end. It really closes it perfectly!


  2. Margaret Elizabeth Bednar says:

    Stone walls such as these hold so much history and secrets…


  3. Edwin Rigg says:

    She is so mysterious isn’t she? Loved the way you captured that . . 🙂


  4. Vicki says:

    Lovely, Sara. Love that stone wall.


  5. Regina Phillips says:

    A beautiful story of searching to find what was lost.


  6. Susie Clevenger says:

    “enwrapped in a valentine” love that


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