and now, it is over. Back in my wicker basket, go the plates and glasses for two. Stained with wine, they tell of laughter, of hands held, of glances exchanged. The bottle, empty, returns to be filled with fresh dreams, new ambitions and untold secrets, only to be uncorked again when the time is right. My baskets, scattered with crumbs of love and affection pile up in darkness gathering new strength from the solid wicker, grown in rivers, dried by calloused hands and twisted through painful contortions into something beautiful, something to be appreciated by the right person, to be loved, caressed and brought out as an object of beauty under sunny skies, with high skimpy clouds to be unfurled again.
I will picnic again, but not for a while.
Minerva
10 comments:
So sad and yet so filled with the knowledge that the future is hope and fulfillment and all things yet to be.
Stunning.
Thank you for stopping by my blog!
I admire your way with words. I love imagery. I'll be back!
I always say the same thing, Minerva, but I can't help it. You are SUCH a great writer. Sad and beautiful post. But I DID find that sometimes it can be fun to have a picnic by yourself. Enjoy this time if you can. (I hope that doesn't sound insensitive, but I just have such little time alone that I cherish those time!) (hugs)
What a wonderful post. You have such a unique way of expressing things. I too just feel like I say the same things over and over. I like so much that this is talking about one door closing while being aware that another will open. Hope is a good thing.
Now this is good writing.
I'll add this to the select few blogs in my RSS collection.
Being in London, and having picnicked in St. James' Park on the Queen's birthday by mistake, I find this one slightly hard to picture! ;-)
Beautiful description, Minerva. You are in the Guest Quarters of the Enterprise. (the bloglist).
sad.
like an evolution of emotion.
and honest too.
sad but not dark.
light of touch and elegant.
You have the most beautiful way of applying imagery to reality.
I have no doubt that the picnic basket will be used again - often, joyfully and with great excitement. But examine, if you will, the possibilities that open up to you when single, and embrace the challenges that lay before you.
I have great faith in you, my sweet. You know that...
Minxxxx
Your words bring images vividly before my eyes. Thank you for this gem. Your talent Minerva truly does amaze me.
(((HUGS)))
3T
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