At the bridge of the failed painter, I stoop and check the sagging timbers before placing one foot, then the other, on this sorry decrepitude. It cracks and pops like a first fleet ship, but the sounds are not ominous; more the rattled wheezing of an invalid friend. I proceed with care,sucking the thumb pricked on its splintery balustrade. Ahead, lies the gate and welltrod path and, branching like spider veins, the merest hints of tracks―overgrown, leading to a wilderness filled with possibilities. I stand and consider. Buttoning my duffel coat—a veteran of the moth wars, I step off the path, and into the weeds.
©L.M.Noonan
© L.M.Noonan 2008
Pinky is another strange little person I met on Saturday.
By the way,
Yi has posted a live recording of a new song called 'Like first time lovers".
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1 comments:
I always enjoy photographs of doll heads and mannequins. Pinky is definitely strange :) in a nice way.
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