Sunday whirl...a vintage feel

Not sure why but this week’s words had a vintage feel. So I stuck them in a silent movie...as you do.Then I grabbed my favorite victim model and there you are. :)Don't forget to enter my first ever giveawaychimes, scattered, mirror, skirted, raw, mist,straw, scale, vast, curved, edge, tatteredsometimes I feel like an old silent movie where a faint piano is tinkling tuneswords and occasional splotches of colour flutter on the screenyellow and brown splotches like scattered straw ticking thru the fanI’m gloriously out of focus, smooth and clean and white“Shall we?” he asks me moving lips with nothing to sayand the piano chimes and I can feel my resolve wearing thinthin like the air at ten thousand feetthin like the mirror of ice on the pond when the water has warmed to air temperature and all the magical mist has disappearedthin like the busboy hiding behind the theatre with his cigarette, sniffing a couple of times, raw in the coldI smooth my full-skirted gown and the moment is curved around usthe world revolves on this scale, round and round and quiet and still and I forget daylight ever existeduntil the tattered edge of the end of the movie begins flapping madly in the vast space