Not as pretty as a porcelain doll,
but you come close
in just the right light
without the least bit of strain
from hand-pumping
your hourglass figure
under the fullest of moons
with the deepest of breath
of the most perfect storm,
you become fully alive
in your plasticine glow.
©️mft
Beautifully described!
Thanks, Malcolm. 🙂
Deceptively simple at first glance, but forces you back for multiple readings. Nice!
It was nice that your mind was able to wrap around it for awhile. 🙏
I couldn’t stop wrapping. That’s a tribute to your writing. It was like that scene from teh classic Bride of Frankenstein with the little homunculi. I wanted to watch it over and over to figure out what the director was really up to 🙂
I love the black and white version. Even though it’s horror, it’s soothing and, like you said, I wanted to watch it over. I also like how the director uses light in those old horror films, poetic in itself. 😊
Yes!
😊
It evokes many interpretations and great pictures
yes, that’s the beauty of it I suppose. 🙏🏻😎
Yep.
By the way I found in Instagram a page called crow on a wire,with ole ty of nice pictures💁🏻♀️is it yours?
I have one it’s Crowonthewire_poetry