Late Afternoon Picnic

The Promenade, 1918, by Marc Chagall

The Promenade, 1918, by Marc Chagall

Picnic remains lay strewn
across boldly flowered
red blanket–half carafe
of wine, one upright glass,
and remnants of nutshells
and cheese rinds.  Euphoric
and a touch tipsy, the boy
is eager to demonstrate
his strength, and lifts
his girlfriend in the air,
dangling her by one arm.
Not nearly as tipsy,
the girl watches the ground
in fear of falling.  Sun is
brushing sky pink;
couple must return
to their respective homes.

 

Written for http://magpietales.blogspot.com/#173

About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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12 Responses to Late Afternoon Picnic

  1. Laurie Kolp says:

    Love this, Sara… I noticed the wine, too.

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  2. Jinksy says:

    Touch tipsy sounds goo to me! LOL

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  3. Susan says:

    Your description is almost photographic … like an example of photorealism set next to Chagall’s childlike painting … I liked how your piece made me really look at the details hidden in that color and whimsy.

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  4. i had missed the wine until now! Love can make you do crazy things!

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  5. EMESZee4137@aol.com says:

    wasted on the young

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  6. Nana Jo says:

    Who doesn’t love a slightly tipsy, floaty, purply picnic! Love this.

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  7. Sue says:

    Nice interpretation of the prompt. You have a good eye!

    =)

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