Dawn's ghostly whisper, dappled with rose-gold hues, seeps into inky skies. by Amanda Gilmour
In the gloaming sky, pink hues seep from sundown, while amber-tinged clouds bloom. by Amanda~Louise Gilmour
A sprinkle of stars burn into nightfall, veiling the moon's penumbra. by Amanda~Louise Gilmour
His ashes dust hills, feeding wildflowers, waltzing with wild winter wind. by Amanda~Louise Gilmour
In between shadows, moonlight illuminates cats fighting on spring grass. by Amanda~Louise Gilmour
Petal filigrees press stencil patterns on snow, echoing full bloom. by Amanda-Louise Gilmour
Atlantic waves slice the sun in half, a semi- circle melting. by Amanda Gilmour
Oriental lily stains the wings of a white butterfly, amber.
Stars fall over the pass of Drumochter, smudged grey as always, barren, desolate ‒ a world dropped dead into Dante’s Ninth. By the old railway, I cradle your urn, twisting the lid, scattering ashes that return on a wet wind wave, blinding me. As your particles speckle the yawning hills, my soul blinks behind gritted lids. Amanda-Louise Gilmour
Beneath susurrus snowflakes by lilting Mill burn, his going spawned silk rivulets glissading over wrist bone; echoing in pearly scars over crimson flowing vein, a gossamer reminder of his whispered nasal hymn. Narnia embellished summer dresses hidden silvered skin, beneath susurrus snowflakes by lilting Mill burn. Amanda-Louise Gilmour
In the blossom tree a crystal-spun web is ignited by sunrise.
Stars shine at twilight. Confetti sprinkled sky echoes in my eyes.
on a sleeping blossom tree
twinkling in the sun.
Hanging from the bough,
a solitary ice strand
bathes in dawning glow.
Badger Snowflakes rest upon the old badger, blanketing sleeping, open eyes.
Threading Time Entombed in musty folds: dust enriched Banaras silk embroidered with golden yarn, forever echoing colonial rule for a century, a western charm. Wrapped in Mother’s cherish, dressing up death in opulent threads: tobacco-stained, dyed caviar-black, easing primal pain in cancerous dark. A homecoming gift, laden in rupees, sailing seas below winking skies as moonlight waltzes on jhallar edges caressing shining eastern essence. Intricate piercing of twilight material crafting flawless Mughal patterns with fine threads, trellis bound, snaring the weaver's soul. Amanda-Louise Gilmour