Thursday, April 14, 2011

Rebirth

I want to dream of pretty things,
and draw them up my arm.

Put feathers on my necklace,
and beads of glass and ice.

With bells, I'll softly jingle
like a dancer's hammered treasure,
thin copper, slice of dawn.

Rachel Westfall
April 14, 2011

6 comments:

Anthony Duce said...

Enjoyed. Good things to dream.

Rob-bear said...

Delightful, Rachel, as always.

RachelW said...

Thank you, Anthony and Rob-Bear! Strangely, the formatting disappeared when the post was published. There were supposed to be line breaks. I think I've fixed it now.

the feeling lioness said...

cool

Rick said...

i love the slice of copper and it seems strange to hear you use the word pretty
don't know why
Rick

Heaven said...

Lovely choice of words....

I see that you are also from Canada.

Nice blog you have here.