..
she unpeels her
-selves slowly,
layer by layer
waning,
an onion
in parchment
skin. she be
-g(r)ins in
waves,
asks much
of stars.
..
the prompt over at mindlovemisery today is the moon. how can i resist?
..
she unpeels her
-selves slowly,
layer by layer
waning,
an onion
in parchment
skin. she be
-g(r)ins in
waves,
asks much
of stars.
..
the prompt over at mindlovemisery today is the moon. how can i resist?
Delightful De, thanks so much for contributing to this week’s tale weaver..
Thanks for the fun inspiration, Michael!
Adorable. Love the opening:
“she unpeels her
-selves slowly”
I like this being about Luna Lovegood, of course.
I also really like the closing. It has me pondering “much.”
I think she’s actually asking them to give her her muchness back, like Alice.
PS: I missed you. You writing? Need link.
I haven’t been. Sick kids. Head lice. Husband having to schedule surgery. It’s almost like witches have cursed me.
Awwww, MAN. I’m so sorry. Sending prayers. And chalk.
Wonderful imagery — the peeling back of parchment layers; asking much of the stars.