A girl stands on a swing
gazing into the far distance
the wind lifts her dress gently
creating small ripples
a breeze blows through her hair
making small tuffs
she’s thin as a wisp
but holds on thrilled
gazing into the far distance
from high on up.
The swing hangs down
from a floating amorphous
globular mass
of twirling and twisting colors
liquid shimmering organic forms
a slow motion flux
within which I see
red and blue sinews
gold muscles
shimmering roots
even zebra striped christmas bulbs
decorated with leaves
all melting into one another
and the sky.
– matt at shadow of iris
Stolen from Esao Andrews.
Yeah Matt… you got it… I feel the wind… good work…