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Fiona's Red Ballad
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Fiona's Red Ballad |
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Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
Through the ages of fall treading slowly before their ancestors spring on the border of where the locusts roamed Fiona came along. Her eyes often told a tale of a girl that touched soil, left her name in hieroglyphics with a ponytail that raced through the patch, filled sky her small arms like tender ripples of stone falling off stone, gravel archways Fiona, her slim neck like layers of sounds echo She, the sudden feat of a roses ballad and her shoes scuffed against the sidewalks grey pavement leaving small black tracks; mascara from their bottom soles. The daughter of a ballet dancer her feet mimicking her mothers tiny, level with the seas shallow tide her legs long and slender like the empty avenue streets stretching for miles until sunrise gave way. Oh, and that neck, A swans twin, long and slight red ribbon envy tantalizing, mosaic in its form like a small cub awaiting small garnishes of food from its mothers mouth . In her red ribbon dress, oh, my, red roses shrugged the scatter of winter away for her. Fiona's red rose ballad soon awaits. |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
Such a delightful rendering, Tomer. You describe so eloquently Fiona's appearance and her background was slipped so quietly (The daughter of a ballet dancer). I especially liked this . . . quote: ~*~ If they give you lined paper write sideways. ~*~ |
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Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
Jerry- Thanks for the kind words, my friend. Happy I could describe it vividly enough for you. Hope you're doing well. Cheers Tomer |
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