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Unfurl  She felt scared to let go, bound up in crossed arms as if encased in a plaster cast while the bruises healed.  It hurt when he touched her, hurt more when she liked it, wanting to unwrap her arms, uncoil the wire from her wrists and open her chest to feel the sun and the wind and the rain against her skin, unprotected and unfurled in trust.  But she hugged her elbows tighter, scared to let go, binding her palms so she wouldn’t push this one away.

I can’t explain why it’s my favorite word. It’s something to do with how romantic it sounds and all the connotations it holds, both good and bad. It’s animalistic and peaceful. It’s simple and loaded with meaning. It’s perfect. Say it and listen to it’s beauty: unfurl. What’s your favorite word?

Today was certainly a Monday. Unfurl a little tonight.

–Leanne Rebecca


Poetry and music.

10 thoughts on “Unfurl

  1. Apparently I like the word unfurl as well, fellow St. Charlesian! I searched my blogs, and including unpublished drafts and private posts, I’ve used the word in 16 of my posts!

    “Did something happen by the way?” Is what I almost asked as I misread the line about the cast too quickly. That would have been awkward! lol

    1. St. Charlesian, I like that. Unfurl is a great word. I support it’s prevalence in your writing! Also, I’m sure you’re not the only one that has misread poetry. In fact, it’s probably common! Cheers!

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