Mostly Covered
Sheep keep snug because they’re fully
covered by a coat that’s wooly
rising right up from their thighs
to the heads above their eyes.
(Though why their legs and feet aren’t covered,
not one of us has yet discovered,)
The two remaining prompt words today are wooly and rise.
Neither of these prompts had been published yet when I wrote my earlier poem, so here they are with one of their very own. Image by Judith Prins on Unsplash.
The largest head is a portion of a larger sculpture that blew apart in the wood-fired kiln of my favorite pottery studio. The tall sculpture and plate are also by the same artists. The bowls are pre columbian, The glazed vase in back contemporary Colombian. The Frida/doe sculpture in front is a piece I bought unpainted from a Michoacan artist. I added the thorns. Its fragile antlers and legs have been broken off so many times as Yolanda dusted them that after my last repair job, I finally put it up too high for her to reach.
As I pulled into the upwardly inclined cobblestone road that leads up to my house, this herd of sheep came charging across the road. Luckily, my camera was close at hand. They streamed onto a vacant lot and as the rest grazed, one with illusions of grandeur sought out the highest hillock to become king of his own small mount.
http://ceenphotography.com/2015/07/07/cees-fun-foto-challenge-more-than-5-items-2/
lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown 