POEM: MIDNIGHT SPIRIT
This was written to the featured art on this week’s CPC Simple Sunday Picture challenge. The art is by Ann Merie Bone of England, and is titled the same as my poem.
MIDNIGHT SPIRIT
To get a bit of fresh air,
relief from the whirl of celebrations,
and view the midnight Mardi Gras merriment
from a wider perspective,
she stepped into nearby woods
in her shimmering white gown.
Bright colors from the colored lanterns
on the streets reflected off the trees
and onto the surface of the river.
As she stepped back
to get a better view,
she slipped and fell
into the cold rushing water.
Now they say, in the “dead” of night
at Mardi Gras time,
if you walk into that woods,
or stand on the other side of the river,
you may see her ghost,
still dresed in white,
standing at the river’s edge,
pondering her fate.
March 8th 2014 RGD
Dang what a write :entertained: ..shimmering chills with a thrill as poetry and art shared Smiles ..Love the colors