the moon is dark
the ground is ice
i shall let my hair grow
out in a tangle
i shall dance in my rags
on the high street
the moon is dark
the ice is black
on the boulevards
i shall cut the fingers
from my tattered gloves
i shall pull at my hair
its knots and its tangles
the moon is dark, the stars hide
i will let my hair grow out in tangles
i will cut the fingers from my gloves
i shall dance in the snow on the boulevards
This week's prompt is Resolutions.
Nice, Sharon 🙂
I’ve always enjoyed your Snapshots and this one ranks among my favorites!
Love how you repeated the first lines at the end.
Ooh, wonderful how it builds on itself. I love the craziness of it. It had a way of not really ending–I can see it growing longer and wilder as I leave the last line. Great picture(s) all the way around.
Nice.
I’m also digging the look of your sidebar these days.
Glad y’all liked this one — cutting loose a bit.
And Dave likes the sidebar! Wow. That’s an accomplishment, I’d say.
Wow, I was right there with you under the moon. I have this uncontrolable curly hair and could feel fingers going through it!
I have too long hair. Still I could see myself dancing like you!
I really enjoyed this, they’re what I call resolutions.
Thanks for stopping by!
I think this is a fine work. I imagine going just delightfully mad under said moon. However, there is this meanness to it. Visceral. This isn’t slow madness, this is fast, angry detrimental insanity. Cold, through and through.
Almost like an incantation, its haunting
Welcome, Derek — a reader who sees the dark. You will find more of it here, though I do try to find the light, as well.
“And Dave likes the sidebar!”
Well, aside from the fact that it still takes over a minute to load, that is.
sigh
As you know, I keep taking things off, putting things back…
The question is — is the wait worth it?
oh you are so right… this builds just so… perfection……
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