rapunzel of sorts
red hair
drips off her
head
chestnut eyes like a foal
wild
daring
she
crouches
smothering her sketchbook
with lead
nimble fingers gripping the pencil
till
it breaks
the picture comes alive under her
force
artiste extraordinaire
she whispers
kisses the canvas
stumbles to the window
lets down her
hair
scales
the tower
of power
and
proves herself
to the
people
1 Comments:
"nimble fingers gripping the pencil
till
it breaks
the picture comes alive under her
force
artiste extraordinaire"
You made it sound like the picture exploded from the pencil and animated itself on the page, to match what her mind envisoned. It's such a sweet image, and the fact that you can make me think of something like that in my head by just using words is amazing! Right on!
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