Juliana at Ten, Seaside

She sails rock to rock on the unsteady wall,
Barefoot and sure-winged like a butterfly.
Her dark, careless hair wind-trails her
In the crimson light of the evening sun.

She rides unbound an infinite air
Between the earth's open hearth
And the yawning sea, each whispering
Its siren claim on her as its own.

Reviews

[Tree]

A wonderful image. A child, wide eyed and curious, navigating a set of natural obstacles against the back drop of the sea... I enjoyed this read.

[Verser]

Thank you, Diego. I have to say that I love this poem, and your positive comment is reaffirming.

[Kenilo Kent]

Delightful reading.

[Verser]

Thank you, Kenilo!

[Riley]

A very beautiful mural moving in a poem

[Verser]

Riley--I am sorry. Somehow I missed the fact that you responded to my poem, and I want you to know that your comment is most appreciated.

[Samuel Dickens]

Lovely. Simple and effective. I can picture the young girl playing, doing what young girls do.

[Verser]

Somehow, I missed your comment, and I apologize. It is much appreciated, Samuel.