witch
roaming the streets of London
no one notices her
in this time
but one
remembers her
spells that
were quite divine.
~DeniseAngela~
~self portrait~
roaming the streets of London
no one notices her
in this time
but one
remembers her
spells that
were quite divine.
~DeniseAngela~
~self portrait~
9 comments:
Ah, I like this portrait. Kind of mysterious, yet very clear.
(As an aside, in your info you said you like the dark side of writing. Sometimes I do too. Ha, I figure the dark side has to be expressed somewhere. Smiles.)
I like the mystery of this as well. I too like the dark side of writing at times as life can often be dark. Very intriguing write!
I love the story behind this poem, and the clarity of language. Oh those spells!
Once you come under a spell, you don't soon forget it! Enjoyed this and the photo too.
...ah, lovely ode to self... we all have our own weirdness inside and i guess that's what makes us all unique among the many witches & wizards that wander around... smiles...
loved the pic of the lady, black yet divine.
Muse in black......lovely self-portrait.
I love this how intriguing =)
An air of mystery. Nice. Poem and pic go well together.
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