Powered azure glass vases hold,
the words the world must soon behold.
With tiny wings and open mind,
they leave the glass that once would bind.
Over the waves winged muses fly,
are moving outwards towards the sky.
They whisper words into my ear,
before so quickly disappear.
Author notes
inspired by this beautful pic
http://lady-symphonia.deviantart.com/art/Seawinds-brought-it-to-me-90097893
48 words by the way!
A contest entry
- Picture Prompt (PIF) by kiwigirljacks.
850 points, ended July 24, 2008, 10 entries
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Comments
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this is really good
I really like how even though its talking about flying away the idea of words breaking away too is kep -
I like the feel of this! How you've made it about words and the every tempermental muse we writers all have! Fourth line I believe "a" should be "and" perhaps?
A feeling of freedom here, albeit fleeting! Great take!
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