Fetus (Cita’s challenge from the prompt) (SORRY, I DELETED THIS AND ALL MY NICE COMMENTS BY MISTAKE)

[Jeanette Cheezum]

 I loved you while in the earth’s womb; before you had a chance to wrap your tentacles around my weary heart. I had only dreamed of a beauty like yours to share my lonely days, nights and ambitions. Yet there is a mystery that seeps through your raven eyes, I’m drawn to your porcelain skin and tranquil mind.

 

I had hoped to treasure you alone, but the world has witnessed your charm. They’re at the door searching for tenderness if only for a brief moment in time.

 

How may I convince them you’re only mine?

 

[Jeanette Cheezum]

Thank you,  Bill. I think this was a great prompt and I'm glad you liked it.

[Bill Floyd]

I like the yearning in this piece.  Something odd and strange and fantastical about it, although the primary feel is one of melancholy.   

[Jeanette Cheezum]

Adam, I can't tell you how much your comment means to me. After hitting the delete button by mistake I felt no one would look at this piece again. Cita's picture really moved me.

[Adam Fine]

And for me the title implies as much about growth, cultivation, and the closest, inner connection as it does its denotative meaning.

[Adam Fine]

I've not seen the previous comments, but I love the layers to this in your language. There seems so much love and desire expressed through images of ensnarement, collection and captivity. You have reference to the raven, a bird to be caged or to be set free, porcelain, like a fragile and immaculate doll both collected and kept, and the tentacles of the painted figure that have coiled around your [the speaker's] own heart.
And the selfless and selfish poles of protection give the piece a striking humanity. Incredible.