QUOTE (Maureen @ Apr 12 13, 14:10 )

Revised Version
Hi Maureen, I thought I'd commented on this one but have come back to find I haven't. I love the images here -gorgeous and sensuous.
I like your revision and don't think there is anything much to suggest.THE WAITING GAME
Evening shadows crept into the courtyard.
Lit by the silvery glow of moonbeams,
Cerulean blue, jade green and gold
colours like a stained glass window
gleamed from her peacock feather fan.
Such a beautiful 1st stanzaShe waited patiently – there was no rush.
Wind chimes broken reeds
I think this might sound better the other way round.
Broken reed wind chimes tinkled in the evening breeze
as calmly, she daintily drank jasmine tea
from a delicate porcelain cup.
She heard his footsteps on the terrazzo.
The moons silver fingers caressed the moon gate,
hovered over the fallen arch
and rested lingeringly on her lover's face.
Ancient walls silently watched and waited
as did she.
Well what can I say - beautiful from beginning to end. I really enjoyed reading this.
Snow
Maureen Clifford ©
the Scribbly Bark Poet.
Maureen Clifford ©