But as if a magic lantern threw the nerves in patterns on a screen:
Would it have been worth while
If one, settling a pillow or throwing off a shawl,
And turning toward the window, should say:
               “That is not it at all,
               That is not what I meant, at all.”
T.S. Eliot – from The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock

10 thoughts on “Shattered”

  1. This is a fantastic image, violet, capturing the rainbow on the table is really clever but the words make me wonder if you are OK. Hugs if needed


    1. Oh Molly, I’m sorry. I am. That’s a piece of my favourite poem and I was thinking of “shattered” as that electric light splitting spark of Orgasm. Thank you for your concern; it’s not unfounded as of late, but I’m happy to say this is a lighthearted post, even if I missed the mark ?

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