Tess's picture prompt for our word creation
PAINTED TOES
Dance on ivory keys
Recalling the craziness
As we rolled
The piano outside
My sheer dress
Slid across the piano top
As you called me
Your music queen
We made our own music
Chiffon fluttered in the breeze
You ran the scales
Higher than ever known
Our souls sang a duet
Creatures watched
In Nature we became
The Wild Things
22 comments:
lots of great imagery. :)
Playing outdoors is a whole new experience!
Sensual imagery indeed. Well done!
Wild thing, you made my heart sing.
becoming wild things sounds like it could be fun...
smiles.
You made me feel like dancing,...:)JP
Marvelous response to the prompt.
I sat and stared at the photo for at least a minute or two before reading your poem.i came up with nothing at all, i just thought how dumb to sit on the piano and mess up the keys with her feet.
yours is much better and makes more sense.. my practical side can't see things like what you wrote.
very sensual and I love the last verse!
Wonderfully said . . .
I like how you focused on the piano being outside...I thought that rather thrilling...
Creatively connected with feelings!
Very good piece, Gail. Well written. :-)
Lovely imagery!
I could almost see her dancing there!
Lynne x
So far my favorite write so far! I am wild about this and the wild things! I too, wrote about the piano being outside it's the first thing I noticed! It's perfect!
There is nothing more exciting than outside instruments....of all sorts!
In Nature we became the wild things is such a great line!
Oo la la!
=)
Love this one very much!
There is freedom is playing outdoors..
The imagery is fantastic in this piece, love it.
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