spilt ilk

she’s of that kind
that likes ink, the spill
of it, the thrill of it, the will
of it to smear itself to page in
love or tears or rage. she’s cut
from indigo sky-cloth, swathed
in cloudskin. Trimmed in stars
and Lake
-dipped quill.

A third offering for the Quadrille over at dVerse. Come play! 

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8 Responses to spilt ilk

  1. Bryan Ens says:

    Love the personification of the ink in this.

  2. Love how you play with words.

  3. B. E. Adalgari says:

    I loved this. The powerful, insistent rhythm, and then the string of gorgeous sparkling images at the end. Took my breath away

  4. cloudskin… I simply love that…

  5. Rhythm and rhyme – love the way this pounds on. It could be sung. Lovely images, too.

  6. Grace says:

    Love that girl, smiles ~

  7. Rosemary Nissen-Wade says:

    Oh, yummy. I want to be her. (Maybe I am her .)

  8. Sreesha Diva says:

    How lyrical! Loved it!

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