Linda, what a beautiful melding of inspiration from a comment, Ekphrastic pic and golden hinge. You weave in the image and hints of history so beautifully! Love the contrast at the end: magic that might fit into the pockets of a feed sack dress. Lovely!
Linda, your poem made me smile and then brought tears to my eyes. I loved the line you chose, and how it interplayed with the lines in that photo, of the road, and the furrow, and the chop of the young girl's bob. Oh, and the line about not enough money for dance shoes, and the specter of war alongside the enchantments of childhood!!! SO gorgeous. Thank you for this gem.
Your wonderful poem captures the calm before the storm; an idyllic childhood day not yet changed by war. I like the enchantment and magic and fairy godmother of it all, the innocence.
Linda, this is a beautiful poem, proof that we should look to glean more from our comments. It broke my heart thinking of this child and what she might experience, the losses, with the war we know will come. But she has her imagination and wonder to get her through.
This is gorgeous! You captured the magic of childhood with just that hint of war to come that changes things but doesn't dull that magic. You also made me want to try writing a golden hinge!
How much magic can fit in the pockets of a feed sack dress? Fistfuls! I can see why this photo drew you in, Linda.
Linda, what a beautiful melding of inspiration from a comment, Ekphrastic pic and golden hinge. You weave in the image and hints of history so beautifully! Love the contrast at the end: magic that might fit into the pockets of a feed sack dress. Lovely!
Linda, your poem made me smile and then brought tears to my eyes. I loved the line you chose, and how it interplayed with the lines in that photo, of the road, and the furrow, and the chop of the young girl's bob. Oh, and the line about not enough money for dance shoes, and the specter of war alongside the enchantments of childhood!!! SO gorgeous. Thank you for this gem.
Your wonderful poem captures the calm before the storm; an idyllic childhood day not yet changed by war. I like the enchantment and magic and fairy godmother of it all, the innocence.
Linda, this is a beautiful poem, proof that we should look to glean more from our comments. It broke my heart thinking of this child and what she might experience, the losses, with the war we know will come. But she has her imagination and wonder to get her through.
This is gorgeous! You captured the magic of childhood with just that hint of war to come that changes things but doesn't dull that magic. You also made me want to try writing a golden hinge!