The sun on the wall
throws rose shadows
with an invisible perfume.
The moon on the wall
grows those shadows
while the air is heady
with nightly calls.
Dawn on the wall
has no shadows
except morning mist,
and a damp perfume
that ladens the air,
unfurling with
early morning secrecy
your wings
through an open window.
Sally Plumb
I agree with the previous comment - wonderful ending - and the overall metaphor is subtly handled.
‘…unfurling with early morning secrecy your wings through an open window.’ Great lines. Ten++ Ms. Nivedita UK Thanks for comments Cordially invite to read and comment on Enigmatic Navel Lie Sly or other poems. niv
A stunning poem Sally with a tantalizing atmosphere. I was drawn right in to its beauty. 10 love Karin
Rich and suggestive use of mood and metaphor. Beautiful write, Sally. Your style is truly your own. Warm wishes, Sandra
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A nice poem with a delicate balance of night and day...
Thankyou for your comment. Much appreciated. Sally.