I was about to...
when this orange glow
from nowhere,
throwing dark blue shadows,
lit the bridge.
The further bank
was radiating yellow,
so I turned back,
content with my dull world
of monochrome.
Why jeopardise
its comfort and security
for glitz and glamour,
the cajolery
of spectral gaudiness?
ahan...so you left the glitter for the comfort of the monochrome... good pic and a great poem as always :)
ReplyDeleteI like your view! I love how you combined prompts and realized your world was yours~ Clever to ponder...
ReplyDeleteI have to read it again
Safety is a powerful thing. When to risk and when not. What great themes. Wonderful poem The bridge a perfect setting.
ReplyDeletemany do make that sacrifice...enamored with the glits and glamour...i did once...wont do it again...
ReplyDeleteI wonder if there is a time and place for both?? Thought provoking.
ReplyDeleteIt does look like a portal to a new reality!
ReplyDeleteI like the images this poem throws up.
ReplyDeleteCan't say that I blame you!
ReplyDeleteGreat take on the picture.
. . . but what you might have missed . . .
ReplyDeleteOh the safety of drab.
ReplyDeleteWell done.
Wonderful picture and wholly appropriate poem - as usual. I find that picture a bit haunting.
ReplyDeleteSomeone suggested that a recent title of one of my blog posts would make a good title for a blog. I thought it could make a good prompt for you. (You may not agree, of course, and if so I will entirely understand!)
It is "Picking blackcurrants out of the sandwich" and you'll see the post on my blog.
If the phrase doesn't inspire you it is fine - it's a bit cheeky of me to ask, I know. My only excuse is that I loved the poem you did about my post on the abandoned statue at the Commenwealth Institute last year.
Great question, in the tradition of the "rub" that "must give us pause"!
ReplyDeleteAnd it's also a hymn to the monochrome that could mean to priviledge the interior world of colours abandoning the mirage, across any bridge, of any exterior one.
ReplyDeleteAnd I agree with Carl, the bridge is a perfect setting, it also reminds me of the myhtic "hedge" of Leopardi in its Infinite.
It reminds me of many things...the theme of Why Crossing? and its lure...is in itself infinite.
Familiarity is so comforting to the extent that it can bore you to death without you knowing it :-).
ReplyDeletewow. spectral gaudiness...i didn't know ghosts were measured for their sense of taste!! LOL
ReplyDeleteah, we must be getting old
ReplyDeleteyour gambits delight!
ReplyDelete"cajolery
of spectral gaudiness? "
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I'd like to cross the bridge even if it is swing and seems not to be safe, being lead by the orange light.
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ReplyDeleteYup, good ole mono!
Thanks.
Ella
Hi Ella. Welcome to the blog and thank you so much for your thoughtful response.
Carl
Thanks for these thoughts.
Brian
Weall do, sooner or later, I fear. We all do!
Mary
Mmmm, if you're a risk taker, maybe!
Kerry
Hi, good to have your visit. I'm sure you're right - for the brave at heart.
Kat
I'm very addicted to B & W, esp in photography and art. Doesn't mean I don't delight in colour!
Rachna
Thanks for this.
Mama Zen
Ah, but when I was younger....!
jabblog
Exactly! Either way, it's the road not taken.
Kass
and the drab of safety.
Jenny
I'll have to have a think about this one, but many thanks for the thought! Appreciate it.
Tommaso
Even as a tot I was fascinated by bridges. Quite early on they began to mean all sorts of things to me - long before I learned what a metaphor was.
Windsmoke
True.
zongrik
I think they like to show off a bit!
Tom
Not sure about thee, but I am!
Cloudia
Showoffery!
haricot
I thought it was the orange light that wasn't safe!
Excellent as usual... and with very deep symbols that are to be seen with the illustration.
ReplyDeleteThePeSla
Oh Dave, you simply HAVE to go back and cross that bridge.
ReplyDeleteI desperately need to know what lies beyond that deliciously gaudy glow!