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Note: Ermisenda is taking over this week for Eliabeth. She will be back soon. Ermisenda may be a little late in responding to contributions, she’s in her exam period for university.
I urge people to join in, comment with your paragraph of fiction to accompany the image. It doesn’t have to follow my story or reflect the same themes. It can be a poem or in a different language (provide a translation please 
). Anyone who wants to join in, is welcome. This photograph will be reblogged under Ermisenda on tumblr and added to the Picture it & Write gallery on Facebook and Pinterest.
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– Ermisenda Alvarez
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“… words hadn’t left my lips, they had left hers.” This is fascinating. It works both on a story opening level because I’m intrigued, but also on its own, metaphorically. Yes, basilisk eyes. I hadn’t thought of that, but perfect. Thank you for these. I only get here on occasion, but I love it!
My contribution: He wanted the secrecy of women. To peer through veils, through beads, concealed. The dark in his eyes—of desire, of hate, of suspicion—the flickering light of trust, all camouflaged by delicacy. He wanted his lush lips to be the strawberry tease men fancied and fought. He stripped off his shirt; he glossed his chest with cream and glitter. A male mystery: he let the beaded gold drizzle down.
I hadn’t seen it the way you did… A male!
Yet, after reading I looked again, and saw it could very well be male…
Isn’t it interesting how we all see something slightly different, and yet true.
Yes, I enjoy reading these to see all the differences, what comes out for each person. I did at first see a woman, but then I just wanted to play with a different perspective.
Ooo! I love how different your interpretation is, Patricia. “He wanted his lush lips to be the strawberry tease men fancied and fought.” I thought that was such a great line. ‘strawberry tease’ hehehe. Great work!
Thank you! I was so glad to have the chance to get back here. Thanks for keeping it up.
I also really like the different twist. Well done!
Ooooh, very interesting and eerie, Ermisenda… How chilling an experience that would be… (shiver)..
Here is my contribution for this week…
http://abcofspiritalk.wordpress.com/2012/11/04/picture-it-write-it-was-gray/
A ‘call out’ to Elizabeth.. 🙂 &
Ermisenda – Good luck with your studies…!
I love the contrast you create, first developing the gray (which, yes, does match the photo mood!), and then showing how it was to be wrapped, the change in colors. We feel the shift to memory and back again.
Thank You, Patricia…. A lovely ‘wrap up’…. 😉
I love your conversational style in your writing. The beginning really gripped my attention. Beautiful storytelling once again, Carolyn. Thanks for contributing this week! And thanks for the good luck for my (Ermisenda) exams, I’ll need it! 😛
Thanks so much for this feed back; I really do appreciate it. This style seems to suit my ‘short pieces’… Learning, Ermisenda, I’m learning…! 😉
What is she hiding
behind those graceful golden beads
hanging over her face
partially masquerading her identity
a hideous secret
guilt
Is she ashamed of something
or is she just dominated with shyness
It does appear that she is hiding, and it does beg the question!
Well said…
I think having ‘guilt’ on it’s own was a beautiful structural choice. Thanks for sharing this great poem with us, Mark. We hope to see you contributing again sometime!
I had the same feeling of masquerade, and I think your questions cover a lot of what all of us in different ways were asking. I agree about the effectiveness of “guilt” on a line alone.
I got a feeling of hidden venom, like Ermi alluded to with the basilisk.
here is my prompt for this week!
Very well described and the story flowed from one scene to the next. I agree with Joe, if only all arranged marriages where this perfect since many aren’t. I’m a bit uncomfortable with the last line since I hate references of ownership but I understand what you meant by it. Your writing was superb and your descriptions lavish, that’s just a personal note that I have. Thanks for contributing this week, Terry, with another thought-provoking piece!
thank you!
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Hi there
Here is my offering for this week
http://joe2stories.wordpress.com/wp-admin/post.php?post=691&action=edit&message=6&postpost=v2
Enjoy
Joe
Sorry wrong link
here it is http://joe2stories.wordpress.com/2012/11/04/picture-it-and-write-the-escort/
I opened your contribution and realized I didn’t have time to read anything this length at the moment…yet, I ended up reading it to the end. There’s such a natural, easy flow to your style. I like how you portray the public male (what one projects to assure his/her place in society) against the potential for something better. And I think the same applies to the mask the princess wears (the headdress) and what’s beneath. I had such a clear sense of place and time, and the whole thing felt immediate. Do you intend to continue?
Hidden depths in characters is always a good way to go. Thanks for the comment.
P.S. I’m getting requests left right and centre to continue on with this. Maybe? On my to do list 🙂
A great story. (You should continue it!) I have to agree with all the comments people have made about this story. Everything flows and it’s gripping. They definitely need to improve the security on the carriage, it’s terrible. 😛 At least she can handle herself. Thanks for contributing once more, Joe, with your great stories.
Hehe! Good thing. I wasn’t allowed to edit the other.
Maybe you’d make it better 🙂
I am a bit late thanks to Hurricane Sandy, but power and internet is back! I am still reading everyone’s stories and will read them all. Here is mine: http://musingsfromtheturnippatch.wordpress.com/2012/11/05/picture-it-write-11312/
I’m glad your power and internet are back, and that you’re well. 🙂 Wow! What a powerful finale sentence. This is fantastic. I wish I could learn more about the murdered woman. Thanks for contributing this week! Hope all is well.
http://ericmvogt.wordpress.com/2012/11/04/the-harlot/
A strong poem. It’s great reading everyone’s interpretations. Thanks for contributing this week!
Eyes lost behind the mask.
Contemplating on the difficult task
The sinister look on my face
Everyone always calling me a disgrace.
Anger leaves my body with a deap breath
I never had a choice, or did I have?
I am sitting on the ground, playing with the locks.
It is about time.
Time to open pandora’s box.
– Otheus
Ooh, I enjoyed the added mystery, not only what’s behind her veil, but what happens when she removes it (opening Pandora’s box?). I think you brought new life to the Pandora’s box legend.
I have always loved the Pandora’s box legend. I think you made a great poem that weaves in the that well-loved legend. Thanks for contributing this week, Otheus!
Much more strictly held to rhyme than usual for you. I enjoyed that you explored more what was behind the veil than the veil itself.
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This mysterious woman
Appears in my dreams
Peers through her veil
Eyes, emerald green
With milky white skin
And black flowing hair
This mysterious woman
With the haunting glare
This mysterious woman
Whispers to me
Life will be good
Just wait and see
Open your heart
Embrace your needs
I’m just here
To sew the seeds
When you wake up
Remember me
My name is Hope
My gift to thee
Very good. Nice poem.
I agree with Joe!
A beautiful touch at the end. I love naming her hope and that being the gift. Great work, gemini!
Below is my poem based on this prompt 🙂
The Golden Veil
Seems the link isn’t working … here it goes again:
http://livinglifegreenspeck.blogspot.in/2012/11/the-golden-veil.html
The Golden Veil
Great use of repetition! Beautiful work, Green Speck. Sharp at the core! Thanks for contributing this week to Picture it & write.
My response to the picture
http://scraps-from-life.blogspot.in/2012/11/the-curse-of-red-lady.html
Wow. There are so many layers to this poem. I had to read it twice to absorb only half of it. Fantastic work! Chilling. Thanks for contributing this week to Picture it & write!
I always like stuff in dreams. I especially liked that she never said a word, but you could hear in your dreams the rustle of the beads. It really pronounces her silence.
I’m a full week late this time, but I really wanted to write this one. Here’s My Pearls.
Nawww. I got chills. So sweet and beautiful. I never knew you were such a romantic! Adored it. Thanks for contributing this week. Never mind you were late, this was worth the wait. 😉