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Petal Wings

The rose petals are plucked, rubbed between a finger and the thumb to feel a flour softness before they are blown into Cardinal wings. The Sun paints the side of the house a buttercup hue; I hold a buttercup flower. And I puff to spread its gold dust. She slips into a white dress- the first snow falling. Hush.. such a yearning is mine.

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Kim Rodrigues

Date: 2/10/2021 4:47:00 AM

Gorgeous images, Jennifer! Congratulations!

Paula Goldsmith

Date: 2/9/2021 2:03:00 PM

Congratulations on your win. A creative write. I love it. Enjoy your win with blessings.....................

Jan Allison

Date: 2/8/2021 10:34:00 AM

absolutely lovely sensual imagery Jennifer, congrats on your win:-) hugs Jan xx

Carol Mitra

Date: 2/8/2021 7:39:00 AM

Such a pretty piece...Congrats on your win :)

Charlotte Puddifoot

Date: 2/8/2021 7:37:00 AM

i just love your writing, so no surprise to see you on my winners' list again! i read it many times, and you changed the line format which just pushed it outside the top three, as i preferred the original layout..you're such an intuitive writer that you don't need to think carefully about your line breaks, just let them fall naturally where they will..congrats on another win in my contest! :)