Paper Umbrella

Spokes radiate,
geometric lines,
above her crown.

The centre mast
lightly in hand,
satin smooth ridges
evoke green seas
rippling between
shores of  bamboo forests,
she sighs in time
with the summer breeze.

Beside her path,
fungi bloom
beneath veined
canopies of green fans
bowing in unison
to golden shafts
spilling through blue.

She slips off the path
into the dapples,
frees ripe spores
with beats of her heels.

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10 thoughts on “Paper Umbrella

  1. “She slips of the path”
    Perhaps you meant
    Off the path instead
    Your fingers slipped off the path
    Yet they are of the path even so

  2. You paint a beautiful picture here, M. and your word palette particularly strikes me where you say “Beside her path fungi bloom/ between veined canopies of green fans/bowing in unison / to golden shafts / spilling through blue/ just gorgeous! Delicate, exquisite. :))

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