Twisted strands of silent bangles,
Bloody hands from knots and tangles,
Slung and tied, she is suspended
Vertically, rolled and upended
In an age-old circus trick
On a rope tensile and thick,
She slips up fibres like a snake
Up vines, praying they will not break.
Kim M. Russell, 2016
– Natalia Drepina
My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Photo Challenge #145 and shared on Imaginary Garden with Real Toads Tuesday Platform
writing in north norfolk 
Reblogged this on O LADO ESCURO DA LUA.
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Your reblogs are much appreciated!
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Has a tension to it….that the snowflakes sort of dampen. Odd effect.
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I feel a sensation of mingled strength and fragility. The rope is a great extended metaphor for this…
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Than Khan s Bjorn!
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My Kindle is playing up, hence the previous weird comment!
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🙂
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I can see Bjorn as the Khan of some Mongol horde…
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Honest officer, it was the predictive text on my Kindle. I have to double check before I click!
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There seems to me to be a desperation for survival here, along with the eternal struggle. A lot implied in so few words.
Steve K.
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Thank you for reading and commenting, Steve!
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intriguing, strange. i’d have to agree with Bjorn’s comment too.
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😊
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Holy cats, girl. This is AWESOME. I actually think it’s more interesting if it’s NOT a metaphor.
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Thank you! Your enthusiasm is much appreciated 😊
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There is always the questionable rope trick act. It can create a cross between a magic act and a juggling precision act.
Hank
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Marvelous.
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Rope tricks are magical, too.
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This sings along the nerves, so painful, yet the poetry makes it strangely beautiful.
Excellent interpretation of the picture.
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“Up vines, praying they will not break.”
strongly emotive in a struggle for survival; good one
much love…
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Love to you too, Gillena. I can’t believe it’s almost 2017!
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The way you turned the whole poem into a rope is just brilliant. I see it twisting and curling uncertainty and safety at the same time.
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Thanks Magaly!
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Dark there at the end, like a test of survival…great take on that photo prompt.
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Thank you – it was difficult to get inside the image at first, especially after a couple of days break. It was the bangles that took me in that direction 🙂
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At first it read as a chant or maybe a hex but going on it felt restricting as though I were entangled. Fits the picture well.
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😊
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A highwire acrobats prayer, no? Slipping up the ropes to perform the death defying aerodynamic that will in fact defy Thanatos’ culling.
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😰
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