Elopement
The sky liquid amber and the hills mushroom brown,
we sail on love’s vapors right over the town.
Once we felt dirty, but now we feel free,
released from the rules learned at the knee
of parents who left us with nothing but scars
of guilt over kisses in back seats of cars.
We vow to forget all we’ve heard of their lies
as we flee solid earth to escape through the skies.
What was once key we admit has no power
as passion bursts out to bud and then flower.
Those flickers of guilt we shed as we fly,
leaving mere earth to soar up to the sky.
For The Sunday Whirl Wordle 571 the prompts are: mushrooms key liquid admit dirty felt flicks hear amber solid Image: Marc Chagall’s “Over the Town.”
lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown 
Wow. Judy this is marvelous poem.
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Thanks, Sadje.
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You’re welcome
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I don’t think that’s what Chagall meant by this painting, but the poem is wonderful.
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I don’t think he’d mind a bit of poetic license though, do you?
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Not at all, and I love the poem.
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I like your take on the painting. Perhaps they’re heading to cloud nine.
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