ostensibly unaware
m’lady plucks three roses from their thorny roost
gingerly unpeels each peach-blushed petal
lavishes in an intoxicant aroma
a clamoring of angels fills the sky
she believes herself to be alone
incessantly introspective
m’lady probes without pause the castle within
draws back beribboned drapes to spy upon lingering assumptions
“Whose walls are these?” she wonders
the surrounding hillside garners no notice
she believes only the flutterings of her own heart
incontrovertibly insouciant
m’lady gazes reluctantly toward unseen apparitions
feigns interest even as she issues a fervent blasé
the company of heaven rushes forth to embosom her,
yearns for but one touch of her warmed flesh
she believes she is dreaming the life of a dream
words divinely wrought 
@Julie Jordan Scott,
Thank you. Your evocative comment delights me no end!
@edpilolla,
Yes! Yes! Yes! Thanks for the “gnawing” inspiration, my fellow Piscean poet. Take a peek at where the imagery went in my post of today (September 20), “we are the women.” It’s for men, too, of course.
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i feel like we traveled leagues and across countries to get back to where she, we, are. the most ancient way to find ourselves, i hear.
i re-read the arm yearning. something in there that made stop dead. something. will be gnawing on that for a while.
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It felt like I was watching a lovely woman, always aware yet blissfully unaware. LOVE it!
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@souldipper
Agreed! It is so easy to believe oneself is alone – while we so often fall short of trusting that we are surrounded by support and love while we move about our days and nights. Being human is such a curious enterprise. Thank you.
@jingle,
I appreciate your stopping by and leaving me a bit of sugar.
@punam,
What a beautiful Comment! Warms my heart to know that you connected deeply with the words – and they with you.
@BuddhiHermit,
You are very welcome, my alchemical friend.
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… and as she passes by, all the flowers shower …
Another gift from Heaven. Thank you Rachel.
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Rachel, Lovely!! A fairy tale formed inside my head as I read your poem, and somewhere, m’lady reminds me of me as I am today, now, here. ~Punam
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beautiful words.
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Isn’t it easy to believe oneself is alone. Well done, Rachel!
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