Sunday, April 18, 2010


Nothing better to do, floppy lake hat in the up position, she drifted out on the calm water in an open canoe the color of coffee, christened The Sitting Duck, for she only wants her life to drift, leg flopped over the port side, big toe breaking the calm coldness. And she is calm, not letting the blues seep into her boat. Quiet is broken from on shore, the echoing sound of a little girl screaming, tormented by a confused black magpie trying to steal peanuts from her little grubby fist.

A ‘V’ of barking impatient geese circle above as though waiting for permission to land from the control tower. She traces a traveling vagabond cloud above with pointed finger, a shape similar to Marilyn’s infamous fluttering skirt from that delicious subway breeze. And then another cloud enters stage left, one that must be a bridge, she says, perhaps the bridge across leading to where angels dwell as Van Morrison sings about.

Now, a bit sad, floppy hat in the down position, could it be the pull of the Moon, or the fact that she hasn’t had a First Kiss since way back when? A complete waste of time, she says. An ancient saying comes to mind - men make watches, God makes time. Just as that overwhelming loneliness hits her again a wayward goose suffering from vertigo wearing goggles with a malfunctioning parachute splashes nearby. She swears like a sailor.


Blogger Vicki Lane said...

A kind of surreal little piece -- I think Dali could illustrate it -- or perhaps Magritte. Very enticing!

4/19/2010 1:16 PM  
Blogger Brian Miller said...

ha. love the ending...the quirky duck...i like the surrealism in your magpie. nicely done.

4/19/2010 2:07 PM  
Blogger Catalyst said...

I love it, too!

4/19/2010 2:31 PM  
Blogger rel said...

as i read this piece i imagined myself at dusk in a rocking chair on the porch looking over the bay; feeling light and relaxed. And then my rocker pinched the cat's tail. YEOW!

4/19/2010 6:49 PM  
Anonymous Jingle said...

you turn things around beautifully,
wonder job!
Happy Monday!

4/19/2010 7:09 PM  
Anonymous Jingle said...

mine is here,
hope that you enjoy reading it.

4/19/2010 7:09 PM  
Blogger Blog Princess G said...

She sounds like a character, and I like her.

Hiya Phil! xoxo

4/19/2010 9:46 PM  
Blogger willow said...

Gosh, Phil. I feel like I can step into each of your female characters. Love the vertigo plagued goose in goggles. (I swear like a sailor. Shh. Don't tell. But never the f-word. It's not my style.)

4/20/2010 7:59 AM  
Anonymous Jennifer said...

I love her, and her vignette. Again you paint a colourful picture, rich in mood.

4/20/2010 11:49 AM  
Blogger steviewren said... left me wondering which of the two...the duck or the woman was swearing like a sailor?

4/20/2010 5:43 PM  
Blogger joanny said...

I wonder where these ideas sprung up from in the writers mind -- amazing ending "Just as that overwhelming loneliness hits her again a wayward goose suffering from vertigo wearing goggles with a malfunctioning parachute splashes nearby. She swears like a sailor."

Funny and surreal at the same time -- Your descriptive imagery is Dali and your words are from the Far side - Gary Larson.
Good read.

4/21/2010 2:00 AM  

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