The Road

I just found a statute of the Greek goddess Diana the huntress while thrifting ... This is a perfect piece giving ode to her, and those like her

Was it the laurel she became rather than give up the goods?...Bit rusty. Thanks~

"walking hand under wound through long spindled lane" - should that read 'lanes' plural? It's just 'spindled' suggests more than one, and the singular doesn't seem to work here.

Imagery: yes, I liked where this was going. It's a journey, and actually kinda nice to see a shorter piece from you. That's not to say you write too much, but a condensed thought actually gives it a little more oomph and that works well here. The opening line is one that hangs on the tongue of the reader. That line alone lingers long after the poem is finished.

As you know, I found myself stumbling on some of the punctuation from a vocal perspective. I know you'll say I'm wrong, but here's what I would have done in terms of flow (says the poet with her bathroom in the wrong place):

She was waiting in a coat of indescribable bliss,
hovered with the oak and old maggoty skies, walking hand under
wound through long spindled lane.
Her words, forever mired in palettes, a bricolage of miles
blushed impressionistic;
the dreams of sleepy leaves.
Wings spilled in streams of serenity from her eyes
her opiates, praying for a soul to kill,
this huntress bound to the arrow of breath.
It was, in end, an origin of heir
there too a vascular beast; mindless.
She called and I consumed in lavish fate her lair;  
Addicted to a rose.

Thanks for the read America.

Not bad ...I would never say "wrong" ,  I like the editiing and appreciate the input. It does sit better this way. Thanks M~

having never been on that road before, I took great pleasure in the aggregate views,
beginning w/her coat (possibly borrowed from Joseph, so colorful)...

Interestng statement as that was a part of this road. Thanks~