Friday, December 22, 2017

Sugar Plum (Day 338)



Swirling leaves 
of doubt 
arise on swooping 
winds, smudging 
the watery view,
opalescent 
through tear-stained 
windows.
Pale as an oyster, 
hope, 
once forgotten, 
reclaims her spotlight’s 
warmth, her rightful 
mark on that
austere stage  
dusted with rosin, 
scuffed and scarred by 
the fluttering wings 
of a thousand 
pink satin butterflies.



(c) 2017, by Hannah Six

Image: Tomas Castelazo