I don't write, I paint myself blind with words...diogenes herded...ignorance...gilded cages...filling up on beauty unleashed...free will's maddening fractures...eyes that need to smell to see...
I first misread the opening as "she was a roach bag" which is yucky, on the one hand --- but on the other, it means you smoked her right up and kept the remnants in a bag (around your neck, like vialed blood, as with my favorite once-upon-a-time power couple. Yeah, I like my fairy tales a bit yanked into pieces and completely rewritten.)But you didn't actually say that, so none of this applies.What is an accurate snack-lack Rapunzel extension statement is that your shorties are just as yummy as your lengths.
came about dictionarily divinating(close book, open book, finger a word blindly while singing under my breath, "goddess seduction fingers"...)roach back, archaic to arched spine, imagery it did not lack...so there be a tact to seed where my mind's eye finds a maiden turned goddess in the trees...the picture came about the way concord grape vines often find their way through a forest...
although "roach bag' lace has a nice certainty of funk...
I love your methodology. It's just as it should be.Comparing the night/woman/goddess to a roach is fitting to me ... particularly if she prides herself on wearing armor ... probably because the whole world thinks she is disgusting and wants to crush her.
in the trees that night wore (as an outfit)in the trees (where she was hiding ... or playing ... or talking to the wind?) night wore (or was worn down) ... what happens when night has the darkness beaten out of her? Is she simply gone? Or does she become day?in the trees: night whorein the tres (three), night (s)wore ... an oath? Or is she cursing? Is she three years old? Or is this her third marriage?
The opening also hides "she was roach black ace."
"a paced undoing" is by far my favorite ... the very bessst kind ... ooh, now I think your goddess is a snake.
Anything with calculated fingers is always effective. And the "when Winter I pined" phrasing embeds lots of varied meanings. Were you yourself winter? Were you pining, or were you the pine tree she was wearing/climbing? Clever word play.
Or maybe "pined" is secretly "penned." Which kind of pen? Writing? Pinning her? Sooo many kinds of pens and pins. Voodoo dolls. Cages. I could do this forever.
I still need to look up the blood-you-wed/wet word. Tonight maybe.Can you tell that I found this thoroughly engaging?Past tense. Tens are so passe. So are tenses. Paste sent. I love anagrams.
sestet netted-ten says tender scissors render paper pretty angled confetti spaghetti hungry floor
Ha ha ha. That's awesome. :)
I love those sneaky little testes.
I have goosebumps after reading... ))) It's so mysterious..
I just read about her. I loved finding out that she's an owl."The only way to break the cycle is for the Blodeuwedd character to realise that she is supposed to be flowers, not an owl."And this just gave me the answer(s) I've been looking for.