Saturday, May 16, 2009

Dear Little One

Dear Little One








My dear little one, home, ill.








My beautiful little Vermeer, or Carl Larsson,



in the light that surrounds you
















Waterhouse or Cicely Mary Barker, in your face, the light, the spark that you contribute


from within






My flower fairy, flaxen haired, skin of white gold,



eyes of varying green, bluegreen, gray,



A widows peak, forming, I've only just noticed,



where her silken flax meets her silken skin



Cherubic, become fae


Quiet, soft, on the mend.



Cherished moments,



the world slowed



Sun dapples the green and gray shade on the floor



of her fairy bower



through the windows of spring



green all round, quiet growing



like my sweet one


so rare in stillness


her hand in mine


a book between us


our eyes on the ceiling


both able to


share this moment


sweet like gossamer candy floss


and spun as delicate ephemeral


hearts united


my sweet love.

2 comments:

  1. Oh, Circe - this is so beautiful - just so beautiful.

    I hope to read more of your poetry, in the future - it's like a delightful, warm breeze in my life.

    Healing thoughts,
    Amanda

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  2. Thank you, Amanda. That is very high praise.

    I am so lucky, blessed, in so many ways. Though through both the fortunate and unfortunate we can find inspiration, even guidance, no?

    I'm glad I can contribute a warm breeze to someone. Although, my little one really is the sweet fresh air in our house, so I suppose what I've really shared, contributed, is her!

    Thank you for your kindnesses.

    Circe

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