My Prussian blue dress echoes
in the star-shined wings
of my companions and helpers,
blue Morpho butterflies. They
guide me on journeys, lifting
me up into aqua adventures
through night skies. I nest
on brushes of wheat fields,
always carrying my feather
-light purse that bonds me
to my lovely blue-winged
friends.
http://thesundaymuse.blogspot.com/
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.
When I was thirteen, I had a dress like that. Rather amazing. I like the comparison to the blue butterflies. A lovely interpretation of the picture.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thanks, Sherry!
LikeLike
I love how you envisioned a purse, Sara – this poem is lovely 🙂
Much love,
David
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thanks, David! It’s so freeing to use your imagination.
LikeLike
Beautiful evocation of a dreamy experience.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thanks so much, wyndolynne!
LikeLike
A perfectly lovely capturing of the image Sara! I love your poem!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thanks, Carrie!
LikeLike
What blessed familiars to have. They can lift under any circumstance and can flutter away any threats.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thanks, Lisa! It would be wonderful.
LikeLiked by 1 person
You’re very welcome.
LikeLike
Just lovely stuff.
–Shay
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thanks, Shay!
LikeLike
Fairytale extraordinaire. Loveliness in lovely shades of blue.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thanks, Helen!
LikeLike
Beautiful voice for the image, graceful, delicate.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thanks, Susie!
LikeLiked by 1 person