Friday, December 25, 2009

Wreath

Wreath

A garland, a crown,
a rounded sprig of twigs
and cut greens to lean on the door.

An empty frame,
a mock mirror lacking
kept images, reflective backing.

This is an entrance
that I have circled, a porthole,
an enchanted, perfumed portal.

3 comments

  1. ah, an enchanted perfumed portal... take me with you! :)

    ReplyDelete
  2. Happy holidays, Hanaha and Marcus! Hopefully we'll meet up sometime in 2010.

    ReplyDelete
  3. Happy Holidays! I like the idea this poem conveys, of the wreath marking the entrance to an enchanted portal.

    ReplyDelete

The Storialist. All rights reserved. © Maira Gall.