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
Love this, Sara… I noticed the wine, too.
LikeLike
Thanks, Laurie!
LikeLike
Touch tipsy sounds goo to me! LOL
LikeLike
It looks like a pretty place to be tipsy in.
LikeLike
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.
LikeLike
Thanks, Susan!
LikeLike
i had missed the wine until now! Love can make you do crazy things!
LikeLike
wasted on the young
LikeLike
Who doesn’t love a slightly tipsy, floaty, purply picnic! Love this.
LikeLike
Thanks, Nan Jo!
LikeLike
Nice interpretation of the prompt. You have a good eye!
=)
LikeLike
Thanks, Sue!
LikeLike