Tuesday, April 30, 2013

Reclining Woman

photo: patricia wellingham-jones

Reclining Woman       
by Patricia Wellingham-Jones

Like a river siren
washed off her boulder,
spun through white water,
flung up on shore, she rests
against the bridge abutment.

Her legs stretch out on gravel,
weeds bend over her torso,
arms seem to droop at her side,
her head lolls in sleep.

From my deck across the stream
she’s a reclining woman.
Up close, flotsam and jetsam
from last winter’s flood.

~ first published in Rattlesnake Review