photo by: me 5/20/2008
she languishes in the window seat
peering dreamily thru sunlit glass
upon the lush, rolling hills of wild flowers
and endless seas, of emerald grass
on the breeze the scent of hyacinth
and fresh baked, cinnamon apple pie
kept warm by a sun that never sets
held aloft, in springs eternal azure sky
she is adorned, in the crispest organdy
trimmed in exquisite italian lace
as a halo of flame kissed ringlets
frame, her inordinately delicate face
she is a vision, of unattainable perfection
that exists solely inside her own head
where she remains, inadequacies prisoner
in a cage made of gingerbread…
May 21st, 2008 at 5:55 am
something very creepy about this, though it’s very good, shudder
May 21st, 2008 at 6:30 am
Puts a whole new slant on ‘Hansel and Gretel.’ A cage is a cage after all, whether it be made from gingerbread or steel. The image in the photo is exquisite.
May 21st, 2008 at 7:32 am
“inadequacy’s prisoner”
Your imagery is amazing.
Blessings,
Linda
Here’s mine. (It’s part of a meme response. You can find it, if you scroll down a bit.)
SUPER-SEVEN MEME, at Nickers and Ink
May 21st, 2008 at 12:09 pm
This is incredible!
May 21st, 2008 at 2:46 pm
Caged in gingerbread– if only it were so easy to make such an image of perfection crumble. For only in acceptance can we feel love….
May 21st, 2008 at 4:10 pm
nice imagery…especially the ginger bread…
May 21st, 2008 at 6:03 pm
Hi… I just now found your new site. The old one came up with your last poem (for about the last four or five days) and just now was the first time it sent me here. Oh, well, no harm no foul… I hope you had everything saved. Good to see you back!
May 21st, 2008 at 6:31 pm
I don’t know why, but after reading this poem I thought of that old Bettie Davis movie, “Whatever Happened to Baby Jane?” The idea of a woman living inside a prison of her own making, beutiful, fragile, untouchable. Great poem.
May 21st, 2008 at 6:35 pm
The last stanza really got me by surprise… this poem is true for many of us I guess.
May 21st, 2008 at 7:12 pm
Really, really exceptional verbiage and visual, Jodi. Excellent piece.
May 21st, 2008 at 7:48 pm
very visual, i like it very much.
May 22nd, 2008 at 8:14 am
sounds like she’s trap in her own world which she placed herself there, very thought provoking
May 22nd, 2008 at 9:44 am
speechless.
May 22nd, 2008 at 4:37 pm
I think this is for me the most beautiful and memorable post I’ve read written by you Paisley. It has so much happening in it. Delicate, evocative, fun, very unique….great work. Thanks for sharing.
May 22nd, 2008 at 7:36 pm
and yet so many live in cages of their own making….i liked this very much, especially how you chose to make her cage of gingerbread….delicate and fragile with the ability to crumble ever so easily…just like her.
May 23rd, 2008 at 3:00 am
Absolutely beautiful!
May 23rd, 2008 at 3:11 am
Knowing, but not knowing how.
Excellent.
May 23rd, 2008 at 8:01 am
yea, but its a yummy prison
May 23rd, 2008 at 6:02 pm
A cage is a cage, whether it be of our own making or someone else’s. It also reminds me of cages put around women in general. Sure it looks good on the outside, we’re moving in sphere’s we never dreamed possible. But we are still being held back, though it is not so easily recognizable now. The cage has become more sumptuous, enticing us to stay.