The flame haired man turned into a raven
His flaming hair sprouted black feathers
The flames of his hair shot into feathers of black
His head sprouted sable feathers that gleamed blue and green
sheen, light scattered, reflected blue, in the dim light, gleamed...
Arrrg! (I will not look at facebook, I will not look at facebook)
His flaming hair congealed into feathers
Hmm...potential, like blood? sour milk? He is a bad guy...I like the word purple
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His flaming hair congealed into sable feathers that reflected the dim light in a sheen of blues and greens and scattered purples that shimmered and gleamed
Too long…sigh...Oh look - It's snowing again.
His flaming hair congealed into sable feathers. The dim light scattered over them in a sheen of purples, blue and green.
Hmm...but the color shifts - a shifting sheen…
Good enough for now, come back to it later.
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Thanks for thinking out loud for us - glad to know that the distracting voices in my head when I write inhabit other brains as well!
ReplyDeleteThank you for letting us peek into your head and rousing curiosity for your story. The flaming hair...
ReplyDeleteSo many ways to say the same thing, but yet the mind has other items to attend to besides the words tumbling around. Interesting take on one sentence.
ReplyDeleteOh! I can hear your voice through it all! Thanks for taking us onto a journey in that amazing brain of yours - even if for the slightest moment - loved how you slowed down each iteration ridden with the nuanced complexities of the wiring of our brain!
ReplyDeleteWell, I just got up & did a little dusting, my way of procrastinating & thinking I was really doing something good! Your post shows it all so well. When I write the poetry, I have line after line. Thanks Katie for showing how very hard it is!
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