The watering can sat there entwined in vines, just as it had been entwined in her hands... in her life. She had long since turned... first in color, gradually. Then in substance... fingers... arms... becoming limber cane. Feet rooted deep in the soil, leaves sprouted from her fingers and hair... The garden, which had thrived with her human nurturing, now grew wild and robust with her spirit.
D2010
Magpie Tales
Dianne, this is wonderful, did you write this? I wanted more!!!
ReplyDeleteHow beautiful and thought provoking, I love your posts.
ReplyDeleteAh, very nice!
ReplyDeletewow-the imagery is wonderful- and the poem read like a painting.
ReplyDeleteHow lovely. I enjoyed reading it.
ReplyDeleteDianne, just thought I'd let you know that your link from Magpie is going to last week's entry not this one.
ReplyDeleteThis is lovely. Especially the ending!
ReplyDeleteWonderfully written! It leaves the reader wanting more. Great post!
ReplyDelete-Weasel
Loved this. Also checked your profile and find that you are from Florida Gulf Coast - where I was born and grew up! Thank you for visiting my blog today, too.
ReplyDeleteThought provoking. Nice work, Dianne.
ReplyDeleteThis is so beautiful Diane and I adore the picture
ReplyDeleteoh very magical magpie...nice write!
ReplyDeleteI really like this poem,the garden thrived with her human nurturing...
ReplyDeleteShort but such deep meaings and thought provoking, I really like it.
ReplyDeleteChristine
A lovely Magpie! I particularly like your last line.
ReplyDeleteI too loved the last line. Very nice. Thanks for visiting me
ReplyDeleteKatherine
beautiful weaving of words and images Dianne, this is really fabulous!
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