Hello . . . this is Joe. Welcome to A Daily Drabble. Please add 100 words of prose or poetry as a comment on any date you want and in any order you want. Please reply on the drabbles you like. I'll moderate the comments at night, and they'll appear the next day. This is for everyone!
I took a deep breath – one of those cleansing ones that people trying to help you deal with stress of any kind recommend you take – and shut my eyes. I could feel the thrumming of my pulse in my neck, temples and fingers. I rubbed my closed lids and whirling geometries sparked across my darkened vision. The sun – a deep red afterimage. The white blossoms of the pear tree became blue swirls that slid about in the inky blackness. The ground at my feet swayed and I sat, eyes still closed. It became red, upheaving waves caught by the wind.
ReplyDeleteI like this: "The white blossoms of the pear tree became blue swirls that slid about." I enjoy how it tricks the reader into thinking yes, it's a pear tree even as that reality stems from your response and not something the image itself verifies. Bravo.
DeleteReaching up through the unctuous flow, branches like fingers splay and dip, heavy with the spiraling plums of doom. The eclipse burns like an eye in the sky, but I’m not dissuaded by it’s angry stare. I brave the crimson sheen and the burn of radiation to reach the tree. Others ran in fear and hid in their homes. Others ran to the hillocks to hide in caves. When the apocalypse came, I set forth on my boat to see if the rumors about the tree were true. And there it was, just as the Dionysius the Areopagite had prophesied.
ReplyDeleteAt first I read plumes instead of plums--which I enjoy because it creates some acoustic cohesion.
Deleteheart for the second to last sentence and its amusing ring
DeleteHah! That was just for you!
DeleteOn first look, I think Odilon Redon—even as thought does not adequately account for what happened. Regardless, the sun resembles a cherry without its stem. The blue whorls work well even as whorls don’t look quite like what happens here—by which I mean there, in the image on the screen. These words need their referent—the image you have selected—for cohesive clarity. I mostly don’t ponder the politics of the images you select. I do find it interesting you started—and then stopped—a Norse story to solder to the interstices link one image to the next.
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