Thursday, April 12, 2012

National Poetry Month - Fragment for today

This is all I can manage.  I'm aiming for a villanelle, eventually.

George Frederick Watts   Hope   1885


#12
Hope strums her harp and sits astride the world;
  the kerchief keeps her, catlike, blind, alert -
around the spring-gold ball her knees are curled.

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