Gussied Up

ere the dawn rises
the sun a boutonnière pinned to pale silk
a lining of silver
draped in folds like a skirt
trailing lightly over a glittering floor

and to greet the dawn
the trees put on white dresses
matrons stately in their sunday best
and the littles ones
though overweighed by their finery
stand proud nonetheless

the trees dance,
beckon to the dawn,
branches like dark hair
tossed by the wind
and ice crystals like sequins
throw prisms of color
tiny rainbows that kiss my skin

i watch this meeting
this dance between sky and earth
ere the dawn rises

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2 thoughts on “Gussied Up

  1. I AM FINALLY ON A LAPTOP SO THAT I CAN RESPOND TO THIS IN FULL!

    Things I like:

    -the idea of the sun being a boutonniere and the sky bing pale silk
    -the way the metaphor of clothing carries over throughout the poem
    -the way the words you use are interesting and specific – boutonniere, silk, drape, folds, glittering, matrons, overweighed, beckon, crystals, sequins, prisms.
    -the personification of the trees
    -the image in my mind invoked of the young trees proud but seeming almost burdened by the weight of the ice

    I just really love the imagery and everything about this, and I think the way you’ve carried through the metaphor and the way you’ve used words that fit the metaphor is just lovely. Also, there’s some cool alliteration going on: “pinned to pale,” “”silk/silver/skirt,” etc. And if you read this out loud to yourself there’s a really sweet, flowy rhythm that matches the images of silk, I feel like.

    I just really like this. =)

    Like

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