Monday, August 29, 2011

Magpie tale #80


His feet splashed in puddles as he rushed past me holding a red umbrella and red bag.
A nearby illuminated Barber pole reflected in a store window that he passed by, creating a sort of fun house scene that aroused long forgotten joy in me. I turned to watch him run down the empty street, a poppy blowing in the wind.

17 comments:

  1. a poppy blowing in the wind...fun little vinette...a fun house scene...smiles.

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  2. Ah, a touch of magic in that poppy!

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  3. Very nice. You are a master at these :)

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  4. ... a poppy blowing in the wind.

    Love that!

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  5. yah-know I have had poppies in mind this past week- but as relates to paintings! thanks-

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  6. I just love how we can all look at the same scene... and see so many different things.

    Love the playful nature to your piece.

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  7. Fabulous.
    I love your wonderful way with words.
    Have a nice evening.
    Dogwood

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  8. ah...long forgotten joy in me
    glad you all saw the poppy too

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  9. Seeing the pic gave me a worrying piece but I love the way you interpreted this.

    Nice one again sister!

    JJRod'z

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  10. Fabulous image and post. It's a little bit magical.

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  11. Nice that you see magic in the darkness, and pleasure in the memory!

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  12. Aloha my sweet friend Suz, sorry I haven't been for a while. Love this piece...I just love your prose period, always touches my heart.
    Take care, Connie

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  13. Trellissimo....yes, the most important image lingering

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