Wednesday, May 10, 2006

"Rosy-Fingered"

Dawn the kitchenmaid scours the pots
and scrubs the floor, then sluices
everything clean with buckets of sun.
Her raw, chapped hands are the price of light.

3 Comments:

Blogger Cookala said...

this is an interesting snippet - the diction is quite nice - I hope you develope this one - it has potential

9:58 AM  
Blogger Hedgie said...

Thanks, cookala; like the others, it goes directly into the "To Be Revised" folder which is getting quite large.

2:07 PM  
Blogger Cookala said...

goodie! I hope to see these over at PFFA so I can study your progress - it fascinates me to see how other poets go through the process of revision.

10:05 AM  

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