This moment slices through all time, a slab of breath, the azure of those eyes, the dancing molecules of her hair’s herbal air curving around his mind. There will be no other so ripe as this thin film, sliding through him as he stands absolutely still in the dark, drizzling rain.
Glittering Muse
Humanist Spirituality. Balanced Living. Poetic Inspiration.
How beautiful. So microscopic, yet so vast. I likey. A lot!
David, Your musical training so shows in your writing here. The matching of the photo and the words is so, so perfect. I could not imagine things another way. I can picture this paragraph within a novell fitting beatifully, yet stll stopping me to admire it as sometimes great writing does.
Liz
So few words, such strong impact. Awesome. How do you come up with ideas like this one?
You must be the Muse’s Muse – amazing lasting impression.
Thankyou WB and Carole- I enjoy these little prose vignettes.
I absolutely love the words and the feel of the picture. Excellent. Cheers.
Thank you Karen. Glad you liked it. There are so many slices which pass us unnoticed each day.
I love the way this photo works with the words and forces me to look at it — and read it — again. A little glittering jewel only fully seen by pausing.