For sunday Scribblings 2. The prompt " plum" I put the plum in my mind and it just sat there like a plum does. It stayed a plum. Luckily in English words are broken up like plum tree. So I can use that as well. In Dutch it would be one word.
Painting Armand Guilaumin
Under the plum tree
In the shadow of a plum tree she sat down leaving where light begun Entering a dream world of velvety clouds kissed by the sun
Cradling in this sacred space escaping from her daily wars descending into peace full thoughts rooted in a thousand stars
the pink plum tree blossom towers like a crown above her shimmering hair meandering over her simple gown
A man passing by, bewitched by her being his heart erupting, love flowing free reflected in the eyes of the girl under the plum tree