© Marie Marshall
I like it, Marie. It is hauntingly personal, reaching back into a dark recess to snatch one’s attention. Deceivingly short. Yet saying so much. Reminds me of Frost’s “Acquainted with the Night”…
I’m afraid Frost would probably accuse me of playing tennis with the net down, but thank you.
No, talked to him the other day and he said that you have a heck of a back hand. And then he leaned over to me and whispered in my ear that your tennis is not too bad, either…
love how you paint the atmosphere here…black coffee and a modicum of silence…sound just right…
Paint is right. The coffee is paint and the silence is a brush. Any texture the soft bristles leave is momentary and soon surfaces out…
We all have our duties.
Some of us even perform them, I guess…
A shadow’s secondary shadow… yes! So there ARE words to discibe that! Love it!
If the words didn’t exist, I’d have a go at assembling them out of spare parts.
Sharp clarity of visuals (them shadows) and swathe of moods. Fitting photo too. Classic movie( black and white, strings and sax)
Just strings. What we thought was a sax was a Meerschaum pipe.
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