Ladies of Mystery

playful poem of my mind

they come and go ...

as dragons do.

 

ether once and now...

cloudy solidity memory reproduces.

 

scales they are ...

and fiery pumice breathed.

 

winged creatures medevil...

clawed hands and feet.

 

turn of tail as reptile does....

lace fins and sails remindful of.

 

ladies of mystery in My dreams

Reviews

[shoaib]

yah mystery will get you every time
theres only so much mystery that is good though
at least thats what i came to learn
great work with this peace

[Joiedevivre]

the subconscious revealing a winning hand in all its lory

[quinfinn]

playful indeed... and metaphorical to the max. very nice!

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[Ruth]

Beautifully concise and powerful! Ladies in myriad form, this is unique love, stunning! xx

[Ladysue]

ladies of mystery indeed...great title and images...nicely done...

[Tate Morgan]

in my dreams i never see such fanciful things i envy you

[Matthew Kult]

Hello EMBR,

Playfully dreaming the ways of mystery and fantasy. Here there be dragons.

Regards,

Matthew

[emmajoy]

Your ladies really are quite something! Seems you see the dark side of women in your dreams - or are they nightmares? Night-mares indeed, that canter across your subconscious as if wanting to haunt you. A dark poem this, mysterious and tempting, methinks almost irresistible!

[NoneOfYourBusiness akaK..]

and they are magnificent ~ your wistful poem is imbued with the dreamy quality of state that happens right on th borders of the conscious and subconscious seas of dreams~