Sunday, June 16, 2013

escaping from banality

The Promenade, 1918, by Marc Chagall 
don't you dare giggle
she is not flying
it is just a crazy illusion
her chattering teeth shatters the silence
I will scoop some moonshine
that will wake her up
she escaped from her home
a cave of a home
such a banal life
she thinks she cut all ties
just a wrinkle you see here
all will be normal
I will do anything to make her stay

"she will make banana splits
that will be our meal for supper"



24 comments:

Laurie Kolp said...

I find that last line compelling...

Tess Kincaid said...

I could hear those chattering teeth...excellent write...

Helen said...

Sorry, I did giggle!!!!

Sherry Blue Sky said...

Moonshine, and banana splits for supper - I'D stay! Smiles. I love the imagination in this!

Stan Ski said...

Yes, you certainly escaped from banality!

Susan said...

That kind of play hurt me, scared me, and imagination helped a lot ...

Helena said...

I do like my banana splits. I'd stay grounded for them!

Jules said...

Thanks for your visit to my 112 post, 113 is up now too.

I really like the artist and your piece is very complementary. I remember as a child, having Ice cream and cake for breakfast. Milk, flour and eggs - just in a different form :)

Lady In Read said...

banana splits for supper :) that will be truly welcomed at home.

oldegg said...

She seems to have a tendency to fly of the hand(le). Clearly she has other charms if banana splits will suffice until later.

Nanka said...

Gautami you are blessed with a wild imagination and today is no different!! Like that undercurrent through the poem, all is well that ends well!! :)

SaraV said...

Really enjoyed scooping moonshine to wake her up :-)

himani rawat nayal said...

I will scoop some moonshine... wonderful piece of work Gautami.

flaubert said...

Very imaginative write, Gautami.

Pamela

Gillena Cox said...

enjoyed

much love...

Robyn Greenhouse said...

That was a fun escape from banality!

pandamoniumcat said...

Imaginative poetry...and oh yes banana splits for supper...very nice!

Margaret said...

...I feel sorry for her in this poem.

Karen S. said...

I promise I didn't giggle, but I liked this a lot!

Kamana said...

banana splits for supper!

Suzy said...

I could eat Banana splits at any time.
dropping by from dVerse linkup
Suzy http://ilasoulpoems.blogspot.co.nz/2013/06/siblings.html

Kelly E said...

Wonderful use of last Sunday's Wordle words (I tried and couldn't make anything work!). Love the off-kilter tone of this.

Maggie Grace said...

Loved this use of wrinkle as well as your poetry. Banana split for supper. Yes!

Sue said...

Sounds like out of the frying pan into the fire to me.

Most original take I've seen today. And I think it fits the art very well.

=)