Sunday, 4 August 2013





charcoal black and dust
feels like blown grit
in my eyes
you lead me
blindfolded
I hold your hand
rubbing the tip of my fingers
on the rough
unironed 
linen of your shirt
wishing for lavender spray
and a high setting of steam.

KD 4/8/13

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The image is Drawing Hands, 1948 by M. C. Escher

14 comments:

  1. I love this! You describe it in perfect poetical plumb...

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  2. Incisive and observant; well written...

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  3. Love where you went with the pic... your focus on the texture...

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  4. overwhelmed!!! thank you..x

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  5. The steam sure is there..well done, profound!

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  6. There speaks a compulsive ironer! LOL

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  7. May your wish for the steam be granted,

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  8. Wonderful words! Thank you, Kay.

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  9. Cutting off his hands should ensure he never touches another woman again.....cheers Kay, enjoyed it

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  10. Nothing wrong with wishing for a high setting of steam.

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  11. lavender spray? I might just take up ironing as I love the scent. I will be on the lookout for it now. :)

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