Collage by Gemma Wiseman
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One Single Impression #164 ~ Shackles
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Slender moonlight
Mocks
This darkened prison
I kneel
Low
Always a gypsy,
Always destitute,
Frozen
Waiting...
Tortured forms
Wrought in stained glass
Loom
Like fiery dust
...Ancient dust
Dancing
Casting
Shackles on my face
And a lilac mystery in my mind
I moan
Pained by
This stub of fate
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10 comments:
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Slender moonlight
mocks
the darkened prison
Such beautiful words and such a powerful image Great work
Oh, this is so very deep... I am delighted.. a standing ovation for you Gemma.. Thank You!!!
the opening lines left me in awe. thanks for sharing this Gemma
Yes, .... fate.
I love the combinations of words you chose for this poem! Everything is Wow!
The image and the words are beautiful together.
fate feels like a gypsy waiting, i like your images and the collage.
Mesmerizing imagery. Thanks for sharing.
Beautiful my friend.
Melanie
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