#52 I found grace

I found grace
painting her toe-nails
along a street filled with graves.
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She wore a white-lace hat
and a dress to match,
its bottom corners stained with grass.
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(written in response to the prompt "searching for grace" found here)

8 comments:

Char said...

gorgeous poem - very fitting. have you ever heard a song by Edwin McCain called Ghosts of Jackson Square? This poem reminds me of that wonderful song. very evocative.

ELK said...

filled
with
emotion
.....
ELK

Marcus Goodyear said...

Oh my goodness, your first two stanzas are wonderful! From graves to grass. The sound devices and images are very good.

L.L. Barkat said...

Grace as a nail-painted woman in a lace dress in a graveyard. Why of course. And you found her. Yes, yes, yes.

e.o.w. said...

Thanks for your comments! It does need a bit of tweaking but what a great writing prompt! I thoroughly enjoyed it.

nAncY said...

i like the grass stains.

wanda miller said...

This poem is sooo thought provoking and mysterious. i absolutely love it! thanks for sharing.

Joelle said...

Love this. All of it. Reminds me of my dear, conservative great-grandma who took to painting her nails only after her rigid husband died. Grace in the graveyard. Yes.