Splinter and Wire

More deluges around flights. Here's another picture poem from last year!:

“Splinter” based on the image of a tree

        Fibrous - Ancient

She holds her spines in close.

    You fear to grip

                      to caress

without those creamy-white

                     semi-transparent

         anglerfish teeth

sinking in deep and breaking off

where flesh becomes skin.

Then, as a jeweler,

you appraise your approach

to lessen the damages.

There is no blood;

just discomfort and dead skin,

as you dig with desperate needles

like it’s botfly larva

and hope it comes out on its own.

But she holds firm, barbed in suspension

and becomes part of you,

                   like gum on a sidewalk.

Haiku of the Day:

Some old friends came down.

 Now caught in a wash of a  

Strange kind of homesick 

Today's Drawing (inspired by the word "Gnome" spoken by Emily Regan Byrne)

Today's "365" Project (Do something with wire. First project assist by Tym, Ellen and Emily)

"Monsters in Minuscule"