Of A Woman

Free-verse poem

Photo by Jean van der Meulen from Pexels

When in the daytime
my house is glowing, and
the light runs through her,
she opens and show herself.
Walls are bright with colorful paintings,
ceilings are precious with hanging chandeliers,
floors are soft with obliging rugs…
Once she’s ready, the guests can visit
and everyone can admire her…