She waits

Under the canopied loquat tree,
a wisp of breeze barely felt,
she waits a time
not ticking by;
an eternity.
For here it is that she found
a safety rarely known;
and once the night
cast down its cape,
spared, for now.
In the shadows cast by leaves
from moonlight barely there,
among the crop ignored,
a wraith
untouched.
The fright always present
yet no consequence,
but the feeling won’t pass,
that sliver of glass,
minuscule but mortal.
So she waits forever more
under the loquat tree.
Barely a breeze,
always there,
among unclaimed fruit.



Comments

  • H Maria Perry
    H Maria Perryover 5 years ago

    Oh very ethereal. Excellent poem.

  • thank you Helen.
    xx

    – Anne van Alkemade

  • Soxy Fleming
    Soxy Flemingover 5 years ago

    very lovely Anne and very nice new avatar

  • hey thanks Soxy. :o)
    Re the avatar, I like it but it’s a classic case of the camera lying imho.

    – Anne van Alkemade

  • Alison Pearce
    Alison Pearceover 5 years ago

    Magnificent!!!

  • Thank you very much Alison. :)

    – Anne van Alkemade

  • Soxy Fleming
    Soxy Flemingover 5 years ago

    you look like little Rob!

  • Cathryn Swanson
    Cathryn Swansonover 5 years ago

    Lovely writing Anne.

  • Matsumoto
    Matsumotoover 5 years ago

    Moving. Lovely.

  • Thank you. :)

    – Anne van Alkemade

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