exotic pasty cringe crescent jailer
stew ledge emerald filter noise
the pasty crescent moon
peeped over the clouds
on a quiet evening
all the city noise filtered
in the distance
she stood on the ledge
watching the waves
bubbling like a stew
throwing her emerald ring
into the ocean
cringing at the thought
of her very exotic jailer
Your words have created such a clear visual in my head! Fabulous use of the words
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Well and wonderfully done
ReplyDeleteGorgeous write!
ReplyDeleteThe imagery is extraordinary -- you have painted a wonderful word picture.
ReplyDeleteNicely written, Rall. My first wedding ring is at the bottom of a lake. That marriage died a few months later.
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Hmmmm... really interesting. What is happening here with the exotic jailer?
ReplyDeleteWonderful take on the given words!
ReplyDeleteHank