Under Construction
Stars unfolding petals
like ripples on the water.
My hair is in the stars;
my heart, the moon's daughter.

The river runs through me
to my distant lover's arms.
I practice his name at dawn,
chanting Aurora's charms.

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This is a poem I wrote in response to one of Natalie's images (see The Image, The Inspiration, below). Natalie admitted, with admirable reluctance, that this poem didn't fit her picture that well.

So — does it work on its own? I wrote the first draft of this early last week, when I was making plans for my Emily Dickinson series. It seems possible — nay, even probable — that I was trying to channel Ms Dickinson's style (note, in particular, the rhyme scheme).

Does it need more work? Or is it best suited for my cedar chest?