Today I’ve found a hair behind one of the sticky notes you’ve left me.
It’s long and almost black, with a bit of white at the top,
So it must be yours.
If I go with the hair to a laboratory and have some tests done they can tell me everything about you.
And I would discover why you have to pray to save your soul.
You look too innocent to be innocent…
Or I could go to some metal sellers instead
And hand them the hair
And they will put them on a balance and weigh it
And how much will it weigh?
A ton of gold?
Or a gram of tin?
You are so airy you can walk on water.
PS: This post was based on the author’s personal experiences.
28 thoughts on “A Most Curious Discovery Is Today Announced…”
Love your writing!! Love the painting…did you do it?
I’m afraid not. I choose the paintings through Google Image Search and the title and name of the artist is rarely mentioned.
That’s very nice, very nice indeed!
If Seb says so, it must be true. 🙂
You really painted a believable picture (out of words) of the hair when you wrote “with a bit of white at the top”. Nice!
Yes, the thing is inspired by a 30-year-old person with a few white hairs. 😛
I hope she is special 😉
She is outstandingly airy. In that she is special.
But the boy is an attic dweller, and moths are always alone with themselves. At least until they finish Oliver’s biography.
But sometimes moths must visit the light. They are, after all, drawn to it.
But what if the sun will burn them? Or the butterflies torment them?
If they stay hidden and scared in darkness clutches, then they’ll never know the sun’s warmth. And everyone knows butterflies are secretly sensitive.
I love what you said about the butterflies.
Your writing is beautifully evocative. It’s so often the smallest thing that triggers our most powerful memories and you’ve captured this so perfectly.
Each time I receive compliments I blush. 🙂
Nice going. Like the vibe.
So sweet, I really like this one.
A couple of times happened to me too, and it was so.. romantic, to found a hair in a book. Like it was secretly there to remind me of something important.
Do you still have them? 🙂
I left them where in their pages. It’s their place.
If you’d borrow a book from me you’d find in it a dried butterfly that turns to powder at touch. 😉
Really? Is this a tradition of yours or just a casuality?
If I’d lend you one of my books you will surely find jam or coffee of tea stains 😀
And maybe I’d find an eyelash too. And what if I plant it in a pot and sprinkle it with eyewater. What will grow out of it? A mini you?
A curly-haired mini me with the annoying habit of talking too much and ruin your books with coffee, biscuits made by herself and fruit milkshake.
You’ve just been warned!
You are a magician with words
You dream with your words
I should confess that I’ve been a silent reader of yours for a few months now, I was too shy to say anything because I simply didn’t know what to say but I’m finding the words. Your poem is too lovely for me to describe but let me remark that every line is pregnant with meaning, it’s very rich.
I see you’re turning poetic…:)