she’s a still-spring giggle,
(shimmered bubble-balloon, dawn-ghost;
cue twist-skip cloud-melting grin)
scar-curled into open spill. will her
vanilla-drizzled and pepper-sprinkle-sparked
into shadow flickered breeze.
she’s a white sky-rose, unjarred
from journey. leaves you lulled,
The One With All The Words, for Victoria’s Quadrille over at dVerse.
She’s a still spring-giggle and a white-sky rose. So lovely! ❤
I really love this nymphy moon you’ve created.
“she’s a still-spring giggle”
“scars curled into open spill. will her
“she’s a white sky-rose”
This prompt makes me think of No Fear and the ’90s.
Reblogged this on By the Mighty Mumford and commented:
I liked the ending: “fear her
You daring folk who go for all the words tempt me so. I was going to ditto Frank–love that “fear her knot.”
Hooray for all-the-words!
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“she’s a white sky-rose” LOVE
and “fear her knot” LOVE even more! The moon lends itself to these words….well done! Keep it going! 🙂
Beautiful and challenging!