Sunday, 1 November 2015

Soft Luck


                      photo credit Elaine Usdin



Soft Luck 


I see you in my dreams
disappearing around corners
or pressed  disdainfully
under fallen leaves
that hump and fall to your silhouette
darkness smells of mushrooms and scurrying mice  
the heavy sky the blackest blue
like day old bruises
and silent 
deep 
water
my toes curl into dirt
scarlet nails grim at the edges
i shift fore and back
a dance of indecision
a rabbit foot necklace between my breasts
grey and soft with luck.

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10 comments:

  1. very well done! I was just silly! Cheers!

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  2. grey and soft with luck........sexy words lady. Nice writing. :-)

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  3. Sounds just like a dream, surrealistic. Nice take Kay!

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  4. There is a grave filled with luck somewhere... love your take.

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  5. Alluring... a little like the black widow spider.

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  6. Soft luck is the best kind...

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  7. Oh wow...that last delicious line...

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