woodman francescaphoto by Francesca Woodman


The world’s all web sugar spun and stale rum
-bled drunk, shrunk to a curious sway by her

last twirl-stirred turn. You can no longer see
her face, but the smudge she leaves is insane.



Written for The Mag





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14 Responses to Blur

  1. lillian says:

    Love the photo, love the words. Your first line takes me in the old candy stand at our small 4th of July carnivals. Where the man in the very soiled white apron is actually spinning cones of cotton candy. The machine swirls the threads of sugar, he sprinkles in the color. At carnivals today, you buy the stuff pre-packaged and lose that magic. I could watch and watch and be sucked into the vortex….like this girl.
    Really really like this!

    • whimsygizmo says:

      How beautifully you have described this scene. For PTA, and other carnivals, we have made cotton candy. I was indeed mesmerized. Also, sugar coated from head to toe, by the end of the evening. 😉

  2. gailatthefarm says:

    …the smug she leaves…
    I leave a few too. Well done.
    Thanks for your kind comment.

  3. cotton candy…..goes with the image and your poem

  4. rum-

    I can see that happening too… (been there two left foots with rum and cola)

  5. Chuckles! She took the risks and perhaps one too many! Fun write De


  6. Tess Kincaid says:

    It’s all about the smudge…

  7. Candy says:

    Perfect match to this photo prompt!

  8. Helen Dehner says:

    … stellar write, left me breathless!

  9. Noirfifre says:

    Just a simple but those words conjure up a several visuals of drunken people swaying, dancing people, smudges, faceless arts… Skilful construction.

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