Edvard Munch "The Girl in the Window" (detail) 1893
She tip-toes toward
the parted curtains,
where this celestial lamp
has come to meet
and unfold her hands,
to carry her humble requests
to a magical place
of mercy and rest.
She does not plead for more
or weep over less;
Only asks to protect
the dreaming souls
who've loved her long
and loved her best;
To wrap the present of this perfect night
in cotton sheets tucked in tight--
with unraveled hair ribbons,
and slow stretching streams
of a sleepy midnight
yawning moonbeams.
She hears nothing but
the nodding branches
of each tree's proud approval.
Her lips utter not a single
sung or whispered word;
but a protective breeze
traveling along the glow of her skin
lets her steady pulse know:
That her heart has been answered;
That she has been heard .
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The way you pull words out and reposition them...such a gift and such a strong emotion you create for your reader. I am the tiniest fly on the wall watching this prayer and feeling sleepy and at peace.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Jo! :)
ReplyDeleteWonderful, I like the idea of her feeling contentment from being heard. The illustration is perfect.
ReplyDeleteI do believe I have found my forever favorite.
ReplyDeleteThis is a beautiful poem! I love it!
ReplyDeleteThank you, everybody! So glad you all enjoyed this!
ReplyDelete"nodding branches"...
ReplyDeleteI often look out at night, see the moon through the trees - swaying gently. I will forever think of them nodding approval, encouragement.
Sorry I didn't see this earlier - it is lovely.