Minstrel

Cherry

By lenchenelf

Fri, 28 Aug 2009
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Sudden breath sends a tremor;
we roil, as a squall of notes
on a lyre. Venetian gold
beads of life, strung on wires,
spun of her being. She waits;
in the stillness, her jewelsong
reforms. Hub to her world,
on a net of her dreams.

minor edit 28.08.09
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Comments

Submitted by sunshine on
Well done - I'd never have thought have anything to say in response to this photo. Margot

Submitted by lenchenelf on
Thanks Margot, it helped that I'd seen something like it in the garden earlier this year, though with my eyesight, they looked like tiny grains of sand :-) all the best Lenax

 

Submitted by lenchenelf on

Coo, fancy that :)

 

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