Wednesday, 26 October 2016

Apple-dash Hair

Apple-dash hair, Strawberry lair, the long skirt of dawn, inky parchment-poem-lady in the jasmine garden of a wispy commune. She glides just in lace with visions on her face, with fruits for the Flute, the Viola and the Lute. Her mystery is matched by her mastery. All eyes watch her glide as she slides by their side and gives of her perfume to the clowns on her loom. She has skill with a quill, paints with free will and her long skirt is lost in the awning.....
Words by Trev Teasdel

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