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The Dusk Is Like a Bridal Maid

By Rachel Heffington The dusk is like a bridal maid: The rose is mantled on her cheek, A single shimmering diamond-star Clings to her hair so dark and sleek. Her skirt of azure gently rests Within her modest golden hand; Her veil of quiet darkness flows After her hem has swept the land.

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James Fraser

Date: 8/8/2011 10:27:00 AM

It's like viewing a scene of old Rachel. The Mid-West in particular. Fine short piece :)

Emma Mantle

Date: 7/15/2011 5:34:00 AM

Have been enjoying reading your work. This is another beautiful piece, I love the imagery used here. Keep up the good work, best wishes Em :)

Judy Ball

Date: 7/5/2011 6:28:00 AM

This is oh so elegant in it's simplicity. The phrases lovely and the imagery beautiful. From one to seven I give it a ten. listing it and you as a fave. God Bless, JB

Nette Onclaud

Date: 7/5/2011 6:18:00 AM

oh, oh, rachel.. a radint personification of dusk that makes me " cling to her hair so dark and sleek.." lovely! :) huggs, nette