raven hair
held by 
a silver pin
something turn
of century about
the elegant curve
of cheek
the way she
turns easily
away her small
hand gripping
the bright chromium
pole a raspberry 
scarf wound
loosely round
her neck she 
will say 
nothing I
will say
nothing back
as she moves
through the door
a lovely 
white boat lifted
by a gentle wave 
gently further out