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!
Around her is a pastel world of delineated swirling oranges and greens and purples and shades of crimson, like rose and burgundy. Knotted banyans protect from the sun. Her bare legs are folded underneath like a mermaid on its caudal fin, and her raven hair is combed straight. A breeze from the ocean brings in the taste of salt and the sweet scent of gardenia from the tufts along the cliffs. Her sister stops in the shade, as if to say something, but she says nothing. The moment, the peace, and the trill of the apapane, all call for silence.
ReplyDeleteIs this a Gaugin? Is this a Banyan? Between India and Tahiti—I do not look at anything by Paul. A belt laps my seat. Degrees make pedigrees from clouds. So high up they do not reign. A waterfall by Robert Southey and another where they washed their muskets. Darn me—I have left out the women in this picture. She knows more about them than the men and she leaves them out. They get pneumonia and die in the archives that have yet to be taken seriously by anyone at Harvard. Before they were they, he committed comma splices.
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