
A necklace of gold
fish wrapped
like cord – my pillowed chin –
hang me in the stream
my bubbles
announce my sentence
to the stars
written in response to K Hartless’ Petite Pen (image found by K. Hartless)
A necklace of gold
fish wrapped
like cord – my pillowed chin –
hang me in the stream
my bubbles
announce my sentence
to the stars
written in response to K Hartless’ Petite Pen (image found by K. Hartless)
Sorry K. I am writing on my phone in a change room at a medical facility. 🙃 So a bit slow referencing you.
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Magnificent. Feels almost womblike to me, but I love where you’ve taken this image. The sadness of your piece, it pierces. Thank you for penning this. 💜👏👏
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Thankyou for the prompt!
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Lovely ekphrastic – a haunting otherness.
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Thank you! 🙂
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Such a lovely piece. It is almost as if I was startled awake at midnight and felt trapped in the darkness, while the fan keeps spinning and spinning; but the coldness of the air does nothing for the dripping sweat, it is all too suffocating. That’s what popped in my head while reading, and I think it has those vibes of emotional suffocation and being stuck–even worse with the knowledge that it’s even harder to move forward when you can’t. It’s powerful and evocative. ❤
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Thanks, Lucy. I must admit to rebelling against cute images of women with perfect bodies, long flowing hair, and clam shell boobs. I think that’s why my poem came out so negative.
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