another freckle

Posted byPhillip Knight ScottPosted inUncategorizedTags:, , , ,

I counted her freckles like rings
in a tree trunk, soft kissed by the sun,

and on particularly warm summer nights
I lose the number, finding myself instead
tracing her face, hinting at red,

burning as another day
fades gentle, another mark of beauty.

It’s Quadrille Monday at dVerse,  the virtual pub for poets. Mish is hosting and asks us to include the  word “freckle” or any form of the word in our Quadrille (a poem of  exactly 44 words, sans title).

Published by Phillip Knight Scott

My name is Phillip. I am a Tar Heel born and bred and watch every Yankees game I can. I'm still searching for my own TARDIS. My first novel, "The Alien in the Backseat," is available now! https://amzn.to/3oVCG77

28 thoughts on “another freckle”

  16. Very nice. I like the comparison to tree rings and the phrase “soft kissed by the sun” made me think of each freckle representing a treasured moment, a sunny day. Sunny days of love!

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