Toe after toe, a snowing flesh,
a gold of lemon, root and rind,
she sifts in sunlight down the stairs
with nothing on. Nor on her mind.
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Sounds like a very famous painting. It is certainly a very imaginative piece. The last three lines are spectacular
and beautifully apt. I've not seen any of your poems before but will be hunting for them after reading this one.
A straight ten.
Tom Billsborough
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Sounds like a very famous painting. It is certainly a very imaginative piece. The last three lines are spectacular and beautifully apt. I've not seen any of your poems before but will be hunting for them after reading this one. A straight ten. Tom Billsborough