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
A third offering for the Quadrille over at dVerse. Come play!
Love the personification of the ink in this.
Love how you play with words.
I loved this. The powerful, insistent rhythm, and then the string of gorgeous sparkling images at the end. Took my breath away
cloudskin… I simply love that…
Rhythm and rhyme – love the way this pounds on. It could be sung. Lovely images, too.
Love that girl, smiles ~
Oh, yummy. I want to be her. (Maybe I am her .)
How lyrical! Loved it!