Today my hair is the color
of wet pine straw,
piled high like a haystack.
I’m afraid to comb it,
in case I find lovers hidden there,
or a needle.
*
Christine Swint
balanced on the edge
about a handful of stones
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14 comments:
Magical stuff. I love the thought of lovers hidden in your hair!
Brilliant!
Found you on A.M. Love this very much. Well done.
love,Melanie-bd
oo, wonderful
"in case i find lovers hidden" -- very nice, christine!!!
Stunning, absolutely stunning!
Thanks, Fiona, for including my small stone among all your gems.
Beautiful! I love the fantasy and imagery. What fantastic work!
oh christine i love it,, what a visual i got with that one ... and that last line... ouch!!!
Oh oh oh I LOVE this.
Magical!
that's fun!
This is gorgeous -- beautiful and dangerous. Marvelous piece!
Truly a precious stack to finecomb.Enjoyed this beautiful piece.
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