Well, Meri this is absolutely lovely. And Hermes is the messenger and guide to the underworld with "winged ankles" if I recall. He wears shoes with wings on them and uses them to fly between the mortal world and the world of immortals. He is a patron of literature and poets. Maybe this is not what you had in mind, but since you are on this journey toward publishing, I thought I would encourage your "bright exit" and your willingness to move freely between the boundaries of this world and poetic imagination so that we might see your fine words on paper some day soon. xo, Noelle
I like the bright exit and the brightness of the photo. Since I can't see them, I can only imagine the winged ankles. Makes me wish I could fly. Good stuff.
As long as it's in the proper place and legal . . . it can add color and zip to a blank wall space. For more Mosaic Monday posts, click HERE . And for a fascinating article about the creativity of graffiti artists that SPERLYGIRL brought to my attention, click here .
One of my dearest friends made an observation in a conversation not long ago that's bothered me a lot. She said, of my former husband, "He was the love of your life. You completely and totally adored him." And yes, she's right. I did adore him. Utterly. I loved his scent, the texture of his skin, the sound of his voice, how gifted he was at working with people. His soft green eyes melted my heart. My heart skipped a beat when he came through the door. He made the best Spaghetti Carbonara, Veal Scallopini, and Fettucini Alfredo I've eaten anywhere, including in Italy. His touch undid me, made me shiver with delight. He provided amply for our family and was generous with friends and family. There were times when he made me feel so loved, though now I wonder if that was just illusion created by a master manipulator because so much of his secret behavior was inconsistent with loving me and actively undermined our marriage. In any event, his good points as well as the
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"Take the bright exit." Has she already taken it? Is she a part of it? Is she waiting for us when we exit, brightly?
I also like that you imagined the wings at her ankles, which we cannot see : )
xo,
Noelle
Good stuff.
Peace.