Romance on the Big Muddy. French doll
poised on a wrought-iron staircase among vines
drooping with heavy gourds,
her eyes bitter as eggplant flesh.
Her glossy purple lips are puckered.
You think you'll pluck the fruit. Once that hook sets
there's no extracting it.
All it takes is one kiss.
her eyes bitter as eggplant flesh.
Her glossy purple lips are puckered.
You think you'll pluck the fruit. Once that hook sets
there's no extracting it.
All it takes is one kiss.
9 comments:
neatly done.
darkly mysterious and evocative
This is truly lovely!
An elegant, concise, and coherent use of all those words!
I like the images you draw with the wordle words. I am setting myself a task to have more patience with the wordles, but I fail everytime. I need practice and the inspirtation I find in reading all of these.
Elizabeth
Love how you pain such a rich image in so few words.
sweet way to use the wordle to make a lovely poem. I enjoyed this a lot!
Clever!
Very neatly done. Bravo.
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