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Wooden clothes pegs in her mouth, cold-reddened hands pinning laundry on the line. A meager sun seeps between frustrated clouds. She carries board-stiff clothing gloveless, her frost bitten feet shoeing deep Ontario snow back into the house, the incisive eye of one lonesome bird on a wire her undoing.
JAM © 9Oct2012
http://first50.wordpress.com/2012/10/09/bird-on-a-wire/
Ooh!
Well! If you like it, it must be half decent, M
Thanks kindly for the ooh!
The imagery here is divine. Magic, really.
Wow! I am so flattered, Lorna. Thank you for your comments. Much love.
You must write poetry more often, AuroraMorealis; this poem is gorgeous…
Why thank you, Ms Lindy Lee! I shall endeavor to do so with your kind encouragement