Almost as though she were a part of the woods,
And a part of the tailored culture —
She stood in grey to her viewers.
While her cherry red lipstick spoke volumes,
The floral dress floated around
The whiteness exposed the nature
And there was a miracle found.
Against the ethereal happenings, the green made its case
That a fairy tale photo cannot exist
When a forest doesn’t have a face…
©THE RINK 2017
Voila! That is the first poem on THE RINK’s guest blog series on poetry! The writer prefers to be anonymous and has handed over the copyrights to THE RINK. Remember, you don’t need to hand over the rights to get publish on this platform! To check out the topics for April 6th, click here. Also, the poet got stuck in naming this poem. Can you think of a good title? Yeah? Put it in the comments section below!