photo by Francesca Woodman
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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.
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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!
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. 😉
Ahhh, I love this!!!
…the smug she leaves…
I leave a few too. Well done.
Thanks for your kind comment.
Oooh, yeah.
cotton candy…..goes with the image and your poem
rum-
bled
I can see that happening too… (been there two left foots with rum and cola)
LOL – playful
Chuckles! She took the risks and perhaps one too many! Fun write De
Hank
Yes inDEed!
It’s all about the smudge…
Perfect match to this photo prompt!
… stellar write, left me breathless!
Just a simple but those words conjure up a several visuals of drunken people swaying, dancing people, smudges, faceless arts… Skilful construction.