Escaping her Passing
What does she offer, this damsel caught in light?
Is it the promise of rose-flushed cheek
touched by the stroke of the brush?
Or soft lips opening, inviting,
not quite smiling, elongated neck
merging with rosebuds, defiance snagged in time?
There is something intangible in her beauty,
a fragility of skin on porcelain face
tones shimmering, gathering radiance
blooms flowing, escaping their passing
a silver chalice of eternal life,
fragrance stained on coloured glass.
Kate Young lives in Kent and is passionate about poetry and literature. After retiring, she has returned to writing and has had success with poems published in magazines internationally and in Great Britain. She is presently editing her work and writing new material, particularly in response to ekphrastic challenges.