...the young girl bends, holding her small bundled burden close to her thin chest. Throws back her head and in the morning light, drunk with the possibility of poetry and virtue visualizes a palace rather than a ditch – a whispered wish of all that is whole before she breaks, and steps over the line, into a room sparkling with marble subway tiles – her cold infant in her arms as the train roars as a sparkling ocean over them both.
Your beautiful description lessens the pain, but this one still hurts. The last line is glorious.ReplyDelete
This was the first the words brought to me -I hesitate to post because I know some readers are disturbed - I still say I'm just the transcriber! :)ReplyDelete
Powerful and haunting. (As another sometimes "transcriber," I say: better out than in.)ReplyDelete
Sad, beautiful images...ReplyDelete
Mesmerising piece, Pearl.ReplyDelete
Another haunting image Pearl - whether you're channelling or not, your work is wonderful ...ReplyDelete
As always, I am fascinated by the variety of responses to a wordle. The same set of words produces such different responses.ReplyDelete