so much depends
a pink and yellow
curled by fall
above the vivid
So goes an homage to William Carlos Williams.
I need a break from the heavy kind of writing. Today’s prompt asked us to tip our hats to someone else’s style, so I decided to describe my photograph through favorite writers’ voices.
Perhaps a sampling in the style of my beloved Jose Saramago?
We see the farmers’ market from a distance and think, Ah, the flowers, for they peek out from buckets and dot the hill with startling color as deep and bright as the leaves which are swirling to the ground, and yet the girl in sneakers steps past them, without noticing, and asks the shopkeeper, How much for a gourd. The gourds are merely decorative, they are not for sale, but what of these pastel flowers, so rare and beautiful in this season. Wait, do you hear that. The dogs not barking, yes, I do.
And it’s hard to go wrong with something Suessian:
I do enjoy this flowery space.
But would you want them in a vase?
Or pressed up to your nasal space?
Not near my nose, for I’d get sneezy.
Not in a vase: I’d still be queasy.
Should I press them in a book?
Or behind glass, where you still can look?
I think that we should let them be,
I blame it on my allergy.
5 thoughts on “Homage”
great pix Stephanie!! keep going!
Nice mixture of styles Stephanie….it’s fun to play around like that 🙂
Thanks for making me smile! 🙂
Dahlias? It’s high season for them in PA – LOVE dahlias.