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Sunday, 24 February 2013
Dark hair a ball of wool
even with a slight unravelling
its waves hang on
to what might be
a coracle, a
small black pill box hat,
tipped, not jauntily --
behind the head.
Framed by the waves
the shocked complexion
is more felt than seen.
is a work in progress still.
The eyes stare straight ahead.
Only the mouth speaks clearly of
All else about her
seems too spare.
Written for the prompt by Kelvin S. M. Artistic Description at dVerse Poets Pub
Unable to post tomorrow due to forces almost beyond my control(!), so hope to meet up with you all again come Tuesday.