Deep ruby red wine
a color in shadow
The delicate flakes of metal
like diamond dust in my drawer
The bottom is plain gray
flat indentations not easy to see
My finger rests on the subtle scar
A pointed oval shape
I am always a visitor
as I walk the familiar path of the village
The winding bicycle paths
surround the mountain peaks
In the crisp early morning light
a rainbow has covered the mountain
Even its memory has vanished
as I walk through fields of Queen Anne’s Lace
In the twilight I look back to the village
the church steeple points to my return
Twilight will soon fall downward
Cover the red tiled roofs and marble staircase.
By Lynda McKinney Lambert, 1999, Salzburg, Austria
I lived in the village of Grodig every summer and taught a course called “Drawing and Writing in Salzburg.” This poem was inspired one day as I stooped over to pick up a pink stone along the road.
Lynda McKinney Lambert lives in the rural Village of Wurtemburg in western Pennsylvania. She writes poetry and creative non-fiction essays. She retired from teaching as professor of fine arts and humanities at Geneva College, Beaver Falls, Pennsylvannia, USA. Lambert’s first book, Concerti: Psalms for the Pilgrimage was published by Kota Press. Her work appears in Spirit Fire Review; Indiana Voice Journal; Magnets & Ladders; Stylist; Breath & Shadow; Wordgathering; The Avocet; Proverse Hong Kong; Behind our Eyes: A Second Look – Anthology; and other literary journals and anthologies. She is also an actively exhibiting fiber artist. Major themes in her creative works are Nature; Mythology; Art and History.
Lynda McKinney lost most of her sight in 2007 due to Ischemic Optic Neuropathy. She creates her art work and writing projects via the use of technologies for the blind. The essay above is taken from her book Walking by Inner Vision.