No, I am not quite gone. I am hoping that if I post this now, I can shoot over to The Sunday Whirl tomorrow [remember the blog won't be current until tomorrow] and post my link, before unplugging the computer. Then, later in the week, I can return to visit the rest of you. That’s the plan. If you are reading this, I was successful thus far.
Great stone bluffs stood, faint in the background,
and on the riverbank, the sketch of a willow
and mud flats daubed thickly. A crawl of smoke
trickled upwards from the Corona – balanced
between the tubes of crimson lake and cobalt –
Two sailing boats bobbed, tethered to trees.
The brush trembled, then darted forward
to nail the vessels’ shadows, like a stain on the canvas.
The process for story was fun for me. I was looking over the words, and ‘brush’ and ‘trembled’ stood out. Somewhere… and then I remembered: a Ngaio Marsh mystery, an image similar to that. The rest of the words began to fill the canvas. I was stuck with corona for a bit. I like how I overcame that little problem.
Happy wordling and reading. I shall catch up.