this impenetrable image whispers hints
of my face
of my fashion
of my privilege
of my light
who was I ?
slivers of recognition stand upon spindles
as fragile as flamingo legs
ready to snap into panic
wake me without breath
keep me from decaying in daguerreotypes
While chasing today’s NaPo prompt, a link led me to Decayed Daguerreotypes. The images I viewed threaded today’s poem. My engine has started.