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The mood shifted,
Scudding and persistent,
And she knew that no matter the allure
To try and reach out
To touch it
In attempt to stop
It’s flow,
To do so would only
Poison them with
Mercurial glow.
For Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Mercurial in 38 words
Na’ama Y’karah,
Your words flow and surround. Lovely writing.
Shalom,
Rochelle
My memoir is here: https://rochellewisoff.com/2019/06/01/weekend-writing-prompt-mercurial/
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Thank you, Rochelle! 🙂
Mercurial people can be a tad complicated, often interesting, sometimes difficult.
I’ll hope over to your link now — curious to see where you took this!
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Love the way this poem flows, it carried me along to the final mercurial beat.
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I’m glad it works, Crispina!
Mercury has a funny kinda’ flow … so I’m doubly glad it worked …
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And I have a special attachment to mercury 🙂
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OHHHH! 🙂
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A river of death?
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Of the relationship, or even literally, who knows. She’s good to know where to not tread …
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Lovely how this flows 🙂
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Thank you, Sammi! 🙂
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