Writhing white against the foam
300 years flash before her eyes.
Foam has no recollection,
murmuring mermaids it froths and roils,
settling into sands of salty seas.
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Check out the prompt for this piece at imaginary garden with real toads. It is my first contribution to the site. The prompt itself is an interesting read. Thanks for being there you beautiful toads. The title of my poem is taken from the title of the picture.
Brenda … this is wonderful. You have created a small world within your words. I like the name “undercaws.”
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Thanks…. as an Old Raven, I figured you’d like it. 🙂
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I really like the way you took this prompt with some great images in there.
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I agree with you Brenda. That prompt turned out some great work, not the least of which is yours.
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I love the sssssssound of the last line of your poem, which (in its entirety) interprets the picture so very well.
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Thank you, Mary…it wasn’t intentional. I’m glad you pointed it out, it increases my fondness for the piece.
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Brenda, beautiful write to go along with the pic. I am glad to see you over at the toads. I haven’t had the time to write to any of their prompts lately. I hoping for some extra time soon.
Pamela
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Thanks for your comments, Pamela. I’m busy, too…I understand that all too well now. 🙂
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You have captured the essence of this prompt in 5 lines.. I particularly loved the turning point: ‘foam has no recollection’.
Thank you for sharing your work on Real Toads.
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Thank you for your kind words, Kerry. The prompt was so well written, my muse directed me to respond. 😉 I’ve visited the other pieces there, too. Wow. There are some great writes.
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That’s a beautiful picture to go with your prose.
I giggled at your missed letter. Amazing how one little letter can change all the meaning.LOL..
asses and masses… too funny. This is lovely.
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I thought you might like that one… My finger is light on the ‘m’s I’m always retracing their steps. ha!
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