Helen

Dip your pink 

Painted toes,

Through the moss 

Cold and curled.

The silk and beads, white feather bed

Paint your lips a perfect red. 

Stain the blank canvas gray,

With summer smoke 

And child’s play.

Hang the tiny flowered dress 

In the cabin with the rest,

By the creek where milk snakes nap

And conversations turn perhaps,

To gentle, 

soft, 

sorts of things… 

 

…Mosquitoes kiss while hammocks sway

In the forest far away 

Where the quiet,

Comes to play. 

Reviews

[Helen]

I was attracted to this poem because of the name (- :

..... but I definitely stayed for the delight that this poem is. It feels so unbelievably gently and soothing, although I have to confess I want to know more.

I see you are new to the site (I am fairly new myself), but I do not think you are new to poetry! Welcome Lila

[Lila_Halliwell]

Helen, (a lovely name:)
Thank you!
I got to reconnect with a childhood friend(Helen) that I had not seen in 20 years. I visited her at her remote cabin in the woods, and it was wonderful. She's the most "girly" woodswoman I know:)
I wrote in high school and took some creative writing classes in college, but just in the last year started messing around a little with it again. Thanks for your kind words:)

[Helen]

Thank you for sharing that Lila and satisfying my curiosity. I look forward to reading more of your writing

[Harmony Lee]

The visual imagery here is pristine and precious. I can so vividly envision the colors and feel the emotions of the spaces here described. Thank you for crafting this and sharing with us.

[Coyote Poetry]

Very nice use of description Lila. I liked the movement of words leading to very good ending. You led the reader to a hopeful ending. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[Lila_Halliwell]

thanks so much:)

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome Lila.