Guinevere

She had her hair done up, a chestnut shade 
As the sun illuminated her face 
She was lost in a book, I am afraid 
Perhaps she was in some mythical place 

She looked beautiful as her mind wandered 
As the light in the day turned into night 
She was enthralled by all she discovered 
Perhaps she was reading about a knight 

She wore her glasses, a cat-eye fashion 
As the lamp and fireplace lit the room 
She was focused with all her attention  
Perhaps she was in some impending doom 

She smiled while she was lost in the pages 
Perhaps she was ported through the ages

Photograph: Low Tide at Bowling Ball Beach, Point Arena, California
© Alex Baranda
http://www.alexbarandaphotography.com/