Framed within
weathered window panes
in the late afternoon
when shadows and light
toy with us—
filtered through a grotto
of trees reflected in glass;
I saw a veiled mother
awash in Kodachrome
as I imagined she might
appear to three children.
© 2010 Michael A. Wells
Magpie Tales 31
8 comments:
I like this a lot, Michael.
simple and elusive... what lies beyond the pane? interpretive to the three children, I imagine.
Beautiful. I love the weaving in of "grotto". Your three?
Thanks all...
Willow, the poem is making a vague reference to the apparition of Blessed Mother to three children in little village of Fatima.
nicely written-
I was hoping this was about Lucia, Francisco and Jacinta...
Lovely.
Thank you
Rene
Nicely woven!
Oh I do Love this...simple but powerfully said...bkm
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