As promised, soemthing for a steampunk lady.
~
madonna
medusa
my stake
through
your heart
what time
does the north wind
blow
what halo
behind . . .
steam
you are the shading
of steam
the blue floe
of an
ice-icle
gazing
into the night
while
the light falls
on day-time
flowers
~
I
will stand
beside
you
I
will match
your gaze
and I
will dress in my beaten-
tin
apparel
and steam
when you touch
my hand
with you
I
chained
into the blue
together
to blue
~
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Wow! A beautiful poem, but this madonna i should not show in our religious community. Lol They would try to burn me, without a stack. 😉 xx Michael
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Hehehehe firebrands and pitchforks, better not share, I reckon, Michael.
Play safe!
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Pitchforks are the best, Frank! The legal weapons of the rural inhabitants. 😉 Here we have a great tradition presenting them among the entrance of the property. Have a nice day! xx Michael
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I see beauty in the words and the actual picture but were I to see the lovely lady up close? Call me ols fashioned, I think I prefer James Bond as a hero.
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Well, I know where I can find a laughing buddha statue locally, but his name is not Bond . . . not James Bond . . . LOL
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A whimsical tribute to your steampunk madonna!
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A wonderful poem for such an interesting image Frank. 🙂
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She’s gorgeous, I think, Debby. Thank you.
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Absolutely Frank!
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