Sunday, December 13, 2009

Tousled Treasure



Harry had been to Nippers.
He'd just come in from a swim.
He was prancing around in my back-yard
When I took this shot of him.
He was standing in his swimmers,
Underneath a shady tree,
Not leaping around grimacing
And whooping-it-up with glee.
And the shadows caressed his cheek-bones
And his strong chin was defined,
While the tousled hair looked burnished
Against dark green behind.
He's always very handsome,
But the shadows played a part
In turning a pleasant little boy
Into a work of art.
Written by a besotted Grandma!

Much more sinister shadows here:


Unknown said...

He is georgeous!

Margaret Gosden said...

Great portrait shot - reminds me of his lovely mom!

Valerie said...

Your grandson is a good looking boy. Loved the poem about him too.

Patty said...

What a beautiful little face. Is this a grandson or a son when he was small? Handsome fellow.

Jo said...

Wow, Brenda, I don't know what took my breath away: the excellent portrait, a beautiful subject or your stunning verse.

LadyFi said...

I can definitely see why you are besotted!

robin. said...

very handsome shadow shot and great poem about him.

storyteller said...

Besotted or not
he's an adorable tot ;-)
Hugs and blessings,

George S Batty said...

that's a great photo good looking lad...loved the poem