Silk

A veil of sadness was pierced, the fabric of sorrow ripped. In moments a rippling silence eschewed. I was liberated from a shroud that bound my grief, I am now a silken thread fixed to spin, in silent whorls.

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Paul Callus

Date: 5/2/2014 5:41:00 PM

Expressive imagery Jayne. Time to move on, now that freedom has arrived. // paul

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 2/11/2014 11:05:00 PM

WOW, what imagery!!

Jayne Eggins
Date: 2/15/2014 6:13:00 AM

Thanks Andrea I love it when I get Wow's lol big smile hugs xxx

Tim Smith

Date: 2/11/2014 1:47:00 PM

This a very telling piece. It speaks on so many levels. Go spin....Hugs Tim

Jayne Eggins
Date: 2/15/2014 6:14:00 AM

Spinning madly :) thanks Tim hugs x

Robert Pettit

Date: 2/11/2014 11:20:00 AM

Those fibers from the cocoons of a certain kind of caterpillar are prized all over the world. Nice fanciful write.

Jayne Eggins
Date: 2/15/2014 6:15:00 AM

Ahh silk it is very much a comfort many cant afford, I often write fancifully glad you enjoyed this one :) hugs Jayne x

Sara Kendrick

Date: 2/11/2014 10:46:00 AM

Very emotive and expressive work..Sara

Jayne Eggins
Date: 2/15/2014 6:15:00 AM

Thank you Sara your thoughts are always appreciated love Jayne xxx