she’s gold or bronze, but never silver she’s a lion or a cheetah, not a pussy she will never get old her beauty will never fade she’s always flourishing her hair hangs down her face creeping down over her eyebrows forehead glistening with grace she’s gold or bronze, and never silver and she’s mine, always.
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Image credit: Engin Akyurt @ Unsplash
For the visually challenged reader, this image shows the face of a woman, partly covered by her hair. Her visible face is covered in a glittery substance, her eyes are closed and there’s an enigmatic expression on her face.
Dear Michigan, Lake Michigan look out to see (although, it is a lake)
it is huge and deep wide and broad and beautiful.
The man stares out as the sun goes down it disappears completely
but the waves and clouds are still there and then the moon appears.
She bathes in the moonlight and the man stands up as they dance together
and then, tomorrow she’s gone, and he sits again; Dear Michigan, come back… please.
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Image credit: Tom Barrett of artwork; sculpture by Spanish artist Jaume Plensa
For the visually challenged reader, this image shows a sculpture of a man, made by welding alphabets together. The sculpture is located at Atwater Park, overlooking the lake. In the distance, you can see the sun setting over the water and a cloudy sky.
She steps onto the jetty its planks still moist with dew. She tugs the mooring rope softly and she draws the boat towards her. She drops lightly into the boat casts off, and slips away into the morning. Her tiny island awaits: just blissful.
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Image credit: Unsplash+ in collaboration with Serene arches (Sadje has purchased the membership of Unsplash+ so any image is permitted for this)
For the visually challenged reader, this image shows a beautiful wooden rocking chair, placed on a small carpet. The setting is unusual as it is sat upon a three-tiered stone circle, beside a swamp / marsh.
Pick a card, any card look at it and put it back don’t tell me about it here it is and it’s right! Will you have another chance?
Let’s try something else…
Here’s a big top hat hey presto, a little bunny now she’s disappeared! Oh, don’t worry, she’s fine. Would you like a final chance?
Sorry. No money now. Shame.
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Image credit: Julian Drost@Unsplash
For the visually challenged reader, this image shows an extended hand. Over the hand, hovering in the air is a deck of playing cards, enveloped in flames. At the top of the deck, aces of spades and hearts are visible.
are we beautiful? in a way blessed and humble we perceive is it odd? maybe but we’re free like a bird in a tree
but maybe I could be a film star or maybe just famous just fifteen minutes is all I ask, please?
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Image credit: Tom Barrett @ Unsplash
For the visually challenged reader, this image shows a billboard on which the quote; “You are beautiful” is written in the form of many colorful post-it notes. There are faint images of buildings in the background.
she hides behind a mask not revealing herself she moves sedately most of the time but sometimes she’s free and lithe she dances around in the dark no one can see and then, in the morning she hides her face again behind her mask
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Image credit: Michael Dziedzic @ Unsplash
For the visually challenged reader, this image shows a mechanical mask held by a metal hand. Both the eyes are staring in different directions.
eyes so large and blue tiny hands and tiny toes she smiles at the camera what a pretty pose, she grins
she wonders who she’ll be will she be a painter or a poet maybe a doctor or a judge she can be anyone at all
she laughs out loud and gives a little wink but just for the moment she’s busy with her blocks
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Image credit: Colin Maynard @ Unsplash
For the visually challenged reader, this image shows a Caucasian baby around one year old, staring into the camera with her big blue-grey eyes. In her hands, she’s holding a wooden block that she is trying to eat.
What am I going to do today? Perhaps I could make a list I drift around the house And I ponder.
There’s so many things in my brain What should I choose first?
I’m busy on my laptop And I’m busy on my phone And then I walk around the garden Hoping something will come out in my speech.
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Image credit: Dollar Gill @ Unsplash
For the visually challenged reader, this image shows an open book lying on a flat surface, its pages ruffled as by wind. Behind we see a luminous blue globe, and some fuzzy fairy lights, and in the distance a cloudy sky can be seen.
‘That can’t be,’ she she thought, ‘two gargoyles moving around on the roof?’ she stared for several minutes, but the gargoyles stood completely still, as she had expected; she clambered over the shallow roof, it was time to get busy – as she went back down the rickety stairs, she was going to pick a lock.
The red-head woman had been all around the old building – twice – where she had been casing the joint; there was not much there anymore, but in the basement there was something useful, it was an antique safe – all she needed was some time and patience: she had done this before.
She had her torch and her picking things; she had been at this for more than an hour, but it’s almost there; suddenly she heard a noise on the roof; a moment later she was taken back with amazement – the two gargoyles were very much alive – and bickering.
We need a new place because the old one would be replaced with a grand and tall building, and that’s no good, but where will we go?’ – ‘I don’t know where and it’s too dark to see,’ but then suddenly the full moon breaks out and all the roofs were almost light here in Montmartre.
The red-head woman could hardly believe it, she stared around wondering what might happen next; it was almost midnight as she looked down to the cemetery – just behind her – bats and owls, and mythical things – very spooky.
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