Saturday, September 6, 2008

Shadow Shot Sunday #16


Your Bonnet Miss


Shy lashes hidden
'neath gossamer tendrils,
the love in a heart faded
to memory...
hung out of sight.
From our curious eye,
laced frills and velveteen
adorn what must have been
a vision,
a woman in costume
decor on a white gloved arm
prized possession
society's muse.
A woman was just that,
a woman...
Mother
caregiver
no longer the maiden
no longer the love
only the wife
the shadow
the faded flower,
times truest test
to inner beauty,
still possessing that will
to be what was...
a woman
a soul
equal.



The time again to check out the shadows on Hey, Harriet . Join in on the fun, look for them shadows, they are everywhere.