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Monday, April 20, 2009

White

Within the flash
of her purest
movement, a chorus
to herald
her entrance
through freckled
glass. Its sill
scratched away
by claws
of the finest
pearl thread,
to escape
the outside;
cornered in.
She glides
rowing on the tides
of assumption,
of shade and color
in their singular,
a fierce white;
skin blending
in pigmented
light.

3 comments:

Unknown said...

wow- that makes white feel hot xx

Every Photo Tells A Story said...

This is my favorite:

"scratched away
by claws
of the finest
pearl thread"

ambersun said...

This is a nice one.

I also like the scratched away line. Beautiful yet dangerous.

Well done

Amber