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| Edvard Munch "The Girl in the Window" (detail) 1893 |
She gazes from her window at the night
Her face framed in the pane as hours pass
The midnight stars shine 'neath the moon's pale light
Upon the floor, reflections from the glass
She sings a gentle melody learned from
The lullaby of crickets in the weed
A summer breeze accompanies her hum
Into the darkness daily thoughts recede
Her body willows as it bends and sways
She wears a gown of soft white cotton cloth
So shaded from the sun's demanding rays
These moments are as fragile as a moth
In twilight's inky indigo she's whole
The night's tender caresses soothe her soul.
submitted for Imaginary Garden With Real Toads, Artistic Interpretations, Stillness, Silence, and Solitude with Margaret
6 comments:
I'm more your night time dweller myself but I feel for the window girl - the night becoming her only friend.
Edward Munch did paintings that WEREN'T of people screaming in horror and angst on bridges? Who knew? ;)
Very pretty poem.
the crickets have something to teach if we can only listen more. ha! love twilight inky indigo...
A sweet, sweet sonnet. Good for teh soul. Mine atleast.
Simply beautiful
lullaby of crickets (I miss that)
Such a sweet swaying, gentle poem this is. A lullaby. Sorry I didn't see this earlier!
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