Bemused, curled in
sheets eyes closed- remembering.
Down south made fingers closed
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Exhausted – more sleep
Naked to the bone, hair sprawl
untamed, evidence.
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My interpretation of the above photograph for Magpie Tales Weekly Prompt.
Thank your reading. What is your take on the image above. Tell me in the comment section below.
She does look untamed doesn’t she? Good take!
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She does ;). Thanks Bekkie.
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She’s untamed, and so’s your poem. Well done.
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She sure is, many thanks Berowne.
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perhaps my mind is in the gutter, shocking I know, but I was very curious about what happened in the space of the stars. (blushes)
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I leave that one up to your imagination ;).
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I really love the last word.. that evidence.. it’s like I was looking for clues in the rest of the poem for that.. great work
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Ah ha, you piece it together 😉 I appreciate it Bjorn.
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Untamed but ready to wake! Nice.
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Ready to wake flush and all 🙂 Thanks Karen.
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En flagrante delicto !
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Si, buena atrapada
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