A Spectacle of Fluff

“…waving one like a sparkler, a small wand of white fire, the air filling with tiny parachutes. Blow, and you tell the time. All that time, blowing away in the summer breeze…”   – The Handmaid’s Tale, Margaret Atwood


to simply stretch
the breeze
across your skin,
……..r  o  a  r
a dandelion


prompted by poetic asides



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5 Responses to A Spectacle of Fluff

  1. Kir Piccini says:

    I felt (like I often do these days) that I was saying a tearful goodbye to summer. I miss it already.

  2. Misky says:

    This is beautiful.


  3. Yes, it is enough. Or should be. I love what you did with roar!

  4. Violet says:


    We’re fishing. We’re building houses. We’re tackling the specks in our eyes (see scripture in your head; you know the one). So much, just in the title.

    P.S. I like to pronounce “fluff” as “floof.” Hee hee. 🙂 Or maybe it’s F-love, which maybe kinda-sorta kinky, depending on where we go with that F.

    “roar” stretched out like that turns into “our oar” or “hour ore” … or swippy-swap the words in the phrases, if you like

    S, kin free … yes, I like the sound of that … but not really; you know exactly what I mean

    “across your skin, a dandelion” … “dandy lion,” of course … Yum or Yikes. Definitely one of the two. Or maybe both. 😉

  5. Since I have read the handmaid’s tale your image gave me chills even more.

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