Friday, 16 October 2009

Lemoncoloured butterfly against dewy violet petal. Picturebook cottage with pocket handkerchief garden, lacy white curtains at the windows, orange trees in blossom. Backdrop of early morning mist and sun breaking through, rising red above silhouette woods. Slow flicker of lemoncoloured wings in still, clean air. Your eyes pass over it all, bored, faintly dissatisfied with the symmetry. Glance and move on.

Lemoncoloured butterfly in a fluoroscent glare. Counters stacked high with paper, size A4, ballpoints and glue and staplepins. Screens pulled shut. Electric hum of generator. Lemoncoloured fleck spinning around a lightbulb, now captured against celluloid green of a Sprite bottle. You watch, fascinated, its careering frenzy. Ponder metaphors as lemoncoloured wings disappear into the Xerox machine.



9 comments:

randomblahness said...

I love this. I really do.

joey said...

I'm all for screwed up contexts.

Which is why I said the **** and *** thing would be interesting.

blinknmiss said...

@ Joey

Interesting, yes, but maybe not very happy? Stuff that fits together is usually more at peace with itself.

Not that I know.

And I was thinking more along the lines of creativity being inspired by what doesn't fit in. Prettiness and ugliness superimposed. But of course the perpetual matchmaker thinks otherwise =)

Vangmayi said...

Your imagery is friggin' delicious.

joey said...

Shush!

topshe said...

Interesting. And I do agree. And funny how you're writing about writing.

Clezevra said...

This is nice!
Especially the last line...

Diwakar Sinha said...

amazing imagery!!
love it!

Prince of Mirkwood said...

Now would you say that's a yellowish lemony colour or a more greenish-tangy sort of lemon colour? It smells delicious either way.