Snow, as white as truth;
lay heaped beneath me.
And fell from the white sky,
getting caught occasionally,
in my lashes and brows.
And pooled in the hollows
of my long awakened eyes.
©2013. Habiba Danyal
For the weekend challenge we’re asking for exactly thirty-three words written in first person narrative. Have fun with it and we’ll meet you back here on 3/3!
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Is it snowing on the other side of the border 😉
😀 I wish!
I fel the cold especially your lines – getting caught occasionally, in my lashes and brows. We are ending summer here but very hot still and you took me to the cold of someone not to be trusted..very well done.
This is beautiful! It’s a very serene sort of poem, touched with sadness.
A dreamy, vaguely sensual poem. Nice, Habiba.
Under your expert hand, a simple snowfall becomes Art. Great opening line!
As we enter March I am done with snow . . . now that the Iditarod Sled Dog Race has begun and headed into Interior Alaska, there is little need for the stuff. But, those first few flakes . . . white as truth? Yes.
Beautiful piece!
We had a heavy frost in GA last night. I can only imagine. annbennett2.blogspot.com
Lovely. Beautiful descriptive words.
This is lovely! That first line is so good. Great use of the prompt!
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