weightless;
her glass-slippered feet
are deep-sea diamond brushstrokes
rippling like feathers
in the esoteric spaces
between moon-curve and sanity
where stardust drops of silver
reign like ubiquitous fireflies
which flare the evening’s sand
with faerie’s fire-wings.
In a list
A contest entry
- PIF Quickie by Namita.
410 points, ended September 3, 2007, 9 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Critical comments are most welcome.
Comments
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This - is - gorgeous.
I'm stunned in awe.
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Thanks a million, m'dear. Can you tell I was watching Cinderella yesterday?
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Wow!! Majestic... well worth the wait. Wonderful jo. I love the images. Good luck in teh contest.
Candy -
Poem please? You have 30 minutes to finish.
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