In her hair she wore a flower.
lay in her lowered eyes and voice.
was hardly that, more a portent.
is that he changed in that moment.
She was more beautiful than dawn.
From childhood he’d dreamed such a one.
Her power, his choice, my lament.
November PAD Chapbook Challenge 2010: 5
Prompt: a metamorphosis poem
(An attempt at the ovillejo form.)
Explanations of ovillejo:
Some of these poems are autobiographical, some are entirely fictional, and some are a mixture of both. The intention is art rather than self-expression. I don't allow factual details to get in the way of poetry! (I do seek emotional truth.) They are works in progress, and may be subject to revision without notice. Completed versions appear in my books. Nevertheless copyright applies to all texts found here. Copyright also applies to almost all photos posted here, most of which are my own, though a few are licensed under Creative Commons.
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