She shook her hair
Till it fell in layers, down the regal slope of her shoulders.
She shook her jacket
Till the crumbs of a hasty lunch fell free from the tweed.
She shook her head
To dispel all the nasty thoughts that kept flooding in.
And when everything else was done,
She shook herself
And straightened her spine. This was a war she had to win.
What a wonderful challenge it was to create this visual effect. Had I known earlier, I would have tried my hand using this technique of repetitions to create intensity a lot sooner! But…better late than never, no? This was written for Victoria’s Anniversary prompt on dVerse.