Madonna with the milk soup, 1510. Gerard David.
While ripening fetus
sips/milk soup/splitted
in levels by means levers
I pulverize clear scent,
echoing scenery/I attend
outside
I fly/follow/a shuttle
of intact/tactile/tiles
of clouds/new ceiling
spider clinging to…
yu. yu. yu. yay!
I listen…
by Brenda Warren
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A new ceiling to lie, be interesting indeed
ReplyDeleteWonderful use of the words! I enjoyed this. Thanks so for sharing.
ReplyDeleteWhat a glorious play on words. I think my favorite line was "of intact, tactile, tiles"
ReplyDeleteI like this playful, concise poem. Well done.
ReplyDeleteVery clever how you combined the two!
ReplyDeletePerfect whirl of the given words and very well designed to be combined into both. Well penned humbird!
ReplyDeleteHank
I always admire the combining of prompts, that is a different type of weaving. Hope your Holiday is filled with happiness,
ReplyDeleteElizabeth
Concise and very nice. Thanks. Happy holiday season to you and yours.
ReplyDeletePamela
Thanks for comments! Happy Holidays to all!
ReplyDeleteThis piece was rich and pungent..made me think of 'at first the infant mewling and puking in its mothers arms' for some reason! Happy holidays to you also
ReplyDeleteI love the way you worked with words in this piece; and the ending makes me realize how important it IS to listen....not only with our ears but with our hearts.
ReplyDeleteHappy holidays to you!
Striking and very well written...
ReplyDeleteWords woven into a game..great! Yay, indeed!
ReplyDeleteVery clever combo...well done...
ReplyDeleteThanks , Tess for nice pic :)
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