As I attempted to capture the layered luminescence of my Mother’s Day peony (gifted to me by my youngest daughter), I moved closer and closer into the blossom until I was literally lost in the sweep of petals and the sense of an inner path. I was transported back to Antelope Canyon in Utah, where I took the photo, below, last year while visiting my older daughter.
The canyon walls felt like flower petals; the petals, like the canyon. Each came to me thanks to one of my two daughters. Both images speak to me of fragility that displays as strength; and vice versa. And both look like themselves while conjuring multiple other associations.
Within these petaled walls
my eyes slip, a silken slide
over and around each curve
a sensuous swirl of motion caught
in stilled waves of light.
Gorgeous!! I love how you paralleled the canyon with the petals–very creative 🙂
Thanks, Sara. I hadn’t really considered it until I posted. Funny how that happens!
The literature student part of me loves this: “a sensuous swirl of motion caught
in stilled waves of light.” 🙂
Thanks, Rachael. I’m glad you love it!! And I appreciate your stopping by.
Thank you for visiting!
my son gave me flowers this Mother’s Day too- they moved me to reflect & write too. They have this quiet power…
How lovely, Willowmarie. Thanks so much for visiting. I just added your blog to my follows – love what you’re doing. So glad you are out there.