Pryde of the Cafe

A raven sits still on a branch observing humanity

The weight of the world brushes against onyx feathers 

Creating an anomaly

The words of a girl whisper to the raven

with confidence in her speech

Can't you see, the lion is me

The maple tree lived an eternity

Speaking ancient tongues with the breeze

Counting the butterflies and the bees

The touch of a girl against timeless bark

Gave life to the trees sanguine heart

It beat for her

The Raven, the lion, the tree, the girl

All connected in this fantasy world

Through the magic of poetry 

That is how Pryde Foltz beating heart 

Has connected with me 

She will forever be the Pryde of writerscafe

Author's Note

picture credit Pryde Foltz Original *source google*
Hope you don't mind the use of your image, at your request I can take it down whenever.

Reviews

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Kee... I am a novice poet... I love your dedication to Pryde.
I always feel like I am visiting a whisper of lavender when I read her words or listen to her voice... as I am learning to fly a bit higher... and so I do
appreciate your lovely dedication to an awesome poetess. Amen Pat

[jacob erin-cilberto]

she is a strong voice in the cafe, and this is quite the tribute poem to her."the raven, the lion, the tree, the girl" all connected...
like all of us at the cafe, through our words.

[KeeD]

Thank you jacob, you always get my words. Appreciate your reviews very much.

[Laura Lynn]

you praise this woman, you are kind and good, and teach us how to love one another through this fine art, which we ourselves in this country do not know so well as yours!

[KeeD]

Thank you Laura Lynn, for your kind words and sentiments.