a tale of tails, tenacity, and tedium, as told by me, usually barefoot and bellowing

Sunday, November 18, 2012

The Mag: The Squall

It's time again!  The week doesn't move fast enough to get to Magpie Tales' challenge.  I love these!  No restrictions except keep it short and clean.  Sign up and give it go.
Squall, 1986, by Andrew Wyeth
 Clearing skies,
The squall had passed.
Coats empty now
Dripped and waited.
 
Watching the path
One, two, three
The empty pegs cried
Watching the sea.



16 comments:

Daydreamertoo said...

Hard life to always be waiting for someone to come home from the sea. Especially rough seas too.
Enjoyed this.

Berowne said...

Quite a surreal take on the prompt - well done...

Tess Kincaid said...

Well done...enjoyed the lovely rhyming pattern...

Primitive Stars said...

Enjoyed very much, thanks...Blessings Francine.

Josie Two Shoes said...

So very good, your eye for detail homed in on those coat pegs and told a tale of waiting and concern.

Kathe W. said...

the waiting three pegs- a sad twist to the end-well done!

Irene said...

That is an especially good painting and called for an especially good poem. Well done, Gail. xox

ReBelle said...

Charming.

Country Gal said...

Awesome ! I liked it !

LindaG said...

Great job, Gail. I can see the rain as it disappears into the distance. :o)

Sue said...

I really liked the image of those empty pegs crying out, waiting...watching...

Well done!

=)

Sue J said...

This says it all really well. I like your images along the bottom of your blog too. Lovely colours.

Karen S. said...

Yours words speak well- that is just what I'd be doing- given the chance- to just stare at the sea!

Margaret said...

Waiting .... so agonizing!

~T~ said...

In the calm after the storm, it's not over yet? Oh, dear.

Jenny said...

Wow. What a cool perspective on this picture. This looks like a fun meme. I'm going to check it out after the holidays.

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