The Sunday Wordle

June 10, 2012

This morning I was stalking reading some of my favorite lovely blogs. My friend Gerry wrote a brilliant flash piece as a response to Brenda Warren’s Sunday whirl. I read the word list and looked at the paintings in my bedroom for inspiration. In the group is a oil painting in the school of Turner; a copy of his 1839 The Fighting Temeraire, done by a pupil, L Franks, bought at auction by my British father years and years ago.

This is it:

This painting was my inspiration for this little free verse:
Stain , Crawl, Shadows, Corona, Nail, Vessels, Brush, Bluff, Willow, Trembled, Stones, Mud

The Last Voyage
You and I sit beneath the leaves of the giant willow by the river on a sleepy summer evening. We look out into the distance, past the hills, to the bluff where the last evening corona paints dreams in shapes of yellow and orange and gold on the clouds. All sorts of vessels drift up and down the river in their sleep. We see one ship, a white and gold decaying ghost. The ship is being pulled in complete surrender by a rusty, restless tug. The tug trembles as it struggles with the weight of the knowledge of what its burden is.

Our thoughts entwine like tendrils as they spiral down into the watery realm down into the depth of history and the river. Holding hands we follow them and look up from our world of hazy light to see the white ship pass above us. Reaching up we caress her hull. We brush off some snails crawling underneath the timbers seeking her shade. A nail releases and sinks down to the bottom. Our gaze follows the nail as the white ship floats past. There we find the union flag flying over the stones and mud of the riverbed. We look around our new world of floating reflections and shifting shadows leaving the other vessels to float on by in the drowsy evening light, unmindful that we were ever there.

Check out the other brilliant pieces; especially my friends Margo Roby, De Jackson, Hannah Gosslin, and Jo Ann Jordan

”Bonjour Madame “
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  • Reply Gerry Wilson June 10, 2012 at 2:49 pm

    Yes! Lovely prose poem. My favorite line: “All sorts of vessels drift up and down the river in their sleep.”

  • Reply JulesPaige June 10, 2012 at 2:52 pm

    I am amazed at how the Wordle population is growing. I can’t keep up with everyone. But I try and find new voices I haven’t heard as well. I like your interpretation of the painting. There is another word list I have also come to play with called Monday Melting by Rosemary Mint. My wordle is here:
    But the companion piece was inspired and written first for Monday Melting.

    • Reply Veronica June 10, 2012 at 3:04 pm

      Thank you very much Jules. Heading over to have a look. 🙂

  • Reply Traci B June 10, 2012 at 3:13 pm

    Interesting juxtaposition of life above water with life below the waterline. I enjoyed reading this; it left me wondering who the narrators are and why they ended up underwater.

    • Reply Veronica June 10, 2012 at 6:21 pm

      Hi Traci, I’ve no idea really. I had that painting in my mind and thoughts of how someone should have been fully appreciating that mighty ship on its way to being scrapped. I was spinning that ship, holding it and looking at it from every angle so I ended up under water. (Can’t be alone at a time like that I suppose) Off to check out your site now. 🙂

  • Reply Mark Windham June 10, 2012 at 3:48 pm

    well done, a very descriptive piece.

    • Reply Veronica June 10, 2012 at 6:15 pm

      Thanks Mark, It’s a lot of fun isn’t it? Going to check out your Awakened Words now.

  • Reply brenda w June 10, 2012 at 4:18 pm

    Excellent write, Veronica…I especially like the thoughts curling together like tendrils…

    • Reply Veronica June 10, 2012 at 6:14 pm

      Thank you Brenda, heading over to have a look at your piece 🙂

  • Reply Magical Mystical Teacher June 11, 2012 at 5:34 am

    “decaying ghost” is my favorite image.

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    • Reply Veronica June 11, 2012 at 6:12 am

      Thank you MMT. I think perhaps Nelson’s ship deserved better than to be towed in for scrap under a white flag of surrender, and the way Turner painted her she really does look ghost like. Did you write a wordle piece? Off to check your site. 🙂

  • Reply De Jackson June 11, 2012 at 1:03 pm

    Love this, Veronica. My favorite line is this one: “Our thoughts entwine like tendrils as they spiral down into the watery realm down into the depth of history and the river.” Just beautiful. Thanks so much for the shout out. Very sweet of you. These words brought out some great writing this week. So happy to have gotten to read yours!

  • Reply Walt Wojtanik June 11, 2012 at 4:11 pm

    Veronica, a very nice prose poem inspired by that wonderful painting. If a picture paints a thousand words, your words produce their own masterpiece. Thanks for sharing this.

  • Reply robert June 15, 2012 at 10:54 pm

    bloody good .

    • Reply Veronica June 17, 2012 at 8:54 am

      Thank you robbie 🙂

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