You were so small
when you showed me your hands
with your fingernails
painted silver.
How you smiled
so proudly
as I showed you
my toes
to match.
Little dream one, I know this—
your hands
are meant to write me,
my midnights
blue-dark
but ribboned with silver linings.
© 2024 Jennifer Wagner
This prompt at Poets and Storytellers United came at the perfect time. I recently had this silver-themed dream and had been intending to write a poem about it.
Your poem is beautifully composed and incredibly sweet.
ReplyDeleteI love it when a dream gifts me the idea for a poem. Sometimes it gifts the poem entire.
ReplyDeleteOh, what an absolutely lovely – and unique – take on the prompt!
ReplyDeleteWonderful poem. Thanks for sharing
ReplyDeleteBeautiful and clever, I’m always impressed with your work and creativity!
ReplyDeleteI love this so much. The tender tone, the glittering imagery, the invitation to ride imaginations wagon in style... is a delight. Also, it leaves me wanting to know more.
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