Midnight Hands
Prescribe
A cool wind—
Blowing through
A garden of naked
Statues—
Goddesses of
Cobalt and
Trees of green,
Against a blanket
Of fog, heads look away
As needles rise
From the ground—
Three-dimensional
Print emerging in
The mud
Taste the craft
Of midnight hands
Sweet sprinkled sands
On a stray sweep
Of wood,
Scorched ghosts
In the shadowy
Straps of a
Little black dress.
ReplyDeleteTaste the craft
Of midnight hands
Sweet sprinkled sands
On a stray sweep
Of wood...nice really like the textures of this part...and there is a nice mysticism to the whole piece...in the imagery and mood as well
good to see you as well....smiles.
this is like drawing the picture itself, dreamy, beautiful...
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I'm really really ready for some cool wind! (I particularly enjoyed "scorched ghosts"...after this summer I can so relate)
ReplyDeleteI love the idea of goddesses of cobalt. :)
ReplyDeleteGood take to the prompt....
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I looked at this work of art in a totally new way after reading your poem!!!
ReplyDeleteI like the little black dress bringing up the rears of your poem, nice touch! Yes, it's time to get those naked statues dressed. Very cool, original take on this photo!
ReplyDeleteI love the expressive colors and imagery in your poem, Lilu. I also enjoyed the contrasts of the temperature from a cool fog to scorched! Thank you for sharing this dramatic write. =D
ReplyDeleteexpressive and engages thought
ReplyDeleteLovely ! , i look corward to when the day returns where the woods botice a stray sweep of humans !
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