Befuddled at the sight of the two wrathful guardians, the littlest one scoots behind her mother. Wasn’t this suppose to be a happy place? Surely those statues are in the wrong temple
and there lay Victorine— exposed to the whole of Paris as Olympia. Nude, scandalous, and her avant-garde Paris turns on her. And Manet? Gone. Left her alone to fend for herself.
peals of laughter that keep getting closer, louder, alert her of the company she does not want. But then someone calls out, “Laura.” And suddenly she cannot remember her given name
from the cloister of my mind I see it arbitrarily hit my faithful shadow. Two step behind, shadow cows, sequestered. And the lights dim In the corridors of my mind
in the buzz of the city she found her quiet And rose to the screech of the first train. But this day the silence stirred her early And the impatience of the dogs put a wild fire in her steps
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Written for the dVerse theme Fragments posted by Laura Bloomsbury for MTB — Picking up some Pieces. Thank you.
Photo: Image by ThePixelman / 46 images on Pixabay
Thanks for reading. Have a splendid December. I wish you miracles.
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Lovely take on theme fragments, Selma 🤗💖
Thanks for saying. I appreciate the support. Be well. xo
My pleasure dear. Stay well and safe ❤️🤗
you aced this, Selma <3
-David
XO. 💃🏼 🕺 XO.
Beautifully crafted. Bravo!
Pax,
Dora
Awww. xo
I am so intrigued by these fragments: tell me more!
You honor me by saying that. Thanks.
Well I have to say I am getting addicted to this fragment style poetry. When I read it here, it looks so easy to do! It is fragmented but clicks so well…but it is so hard to do ‘right.’
Aww. So pleased you saw something in this. I appreciate the read. Gratitude ♥️
I love the final lines of this piece as, in them, I truly experience the idea of fragments binding together into something whole.
Oh, nice. I’m so glad you read. Thanks kindly. xo
That was stunning, it was like a train of consciousness but richer and more poetic
I’m so pleased you saw all that. Thanks for the visit. I always appreciate it. Stay sweet.
worth the wait Selma! Each fragment richly woven with the unexpected.
p.s. I always tried to forget my given name 😉
Thanks for coming to read, Laura. Glad it worked.
As for your using your name— well, it matched. Besides it’s a lovely name. I love it.
Be well. xo
I do love all those fragments… part of me thought I walked beside you through an art gallery…
Yes, Björn, it would be like that indeed. Thanks for visiting and commenting. Always a pleasure. xo
My night dreams are always fragments… Memories push forward.
Your piece brought to mind some of my own memories of all those scenes you drew with your words.
Thank you.
It’s my pleasure that this brought out other things to mind. Be well on this busy merry season. All the best.
Cheers 🥂
A really beautiful moment you have described here, Selma. Fragments of form, storytelling and emotions. Great write!