The path to the top was steep and rough
branches tangled in her hair
brambles tore her clothes
nettles stung her legs.
When she felt she could go no further
she reached a meadow
of honey scented clover
where butterflies hovered.
Undefinable blue like a new type of music
views of dense woodland
and wispy clouds
stretched out forever.
Under endless skies she wore white
and danced to the beat
of summer lazy birdsong
and humming bees.
Thanks to Brian for the line from his sestina style poem Remembrances of a Life which can be read here (scroll down to find it!).
The line I donated was 'sudden in the sunlight' from my poem Making of a Muse, which can be read over on my Alter Ego blog.