The following poem was left at Miss Rumphius' acrostic prompt by Jane Yolen. I've taken the liberty of illustrating it with a slightly macabre fractal.
Undertaker
Victim look up.
Under a low and
Lowering sky, the undertaker comes
To carry your particulars
Up to a bleak, black heaven.
Read the set of wings, cruel beak, hooded eyes. This is no
Easing into eternity but a short, sharp shock.
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Wednesday, July 01, 2009
Undertaker (illo)
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Death would be a short, sharp shock for me as I love living to much. I didn't see your fractal as death looming as much as I saw/ felt a fluid dance being performed. Maybe I'm still in dance mode after watching So You Think You Can Dance. Hope all is well.
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