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"Perryville Shed"digital collage by Mick Mather
"... wandering, in unfamiliar territory,
I came upon an old shed, still intact,
bales of hay stacked 'round the perimeter;
having seen no live man in weeks
and due to the rage of the storm,
taking refuge seemed a safe option,
that thinking was my first mistake ..."
- Mick Mather
I came upon an old shed, still intact,
bales of hay stacked 'round the perimeter;
having seen no live man in weeks
and due to the rage of the storm,
taking refuge seemed a safe option,
that thinking was my first mistake ..."
- Mick Mather
Labels: Art Everyday by Mick Mather, digital collage, shed
posted by Mick at 4:00 AM
10 Comments:
Strong image and a great noir passage.
Run is someone is called Jason, Freddie or Chuckie. Guys in hockey masks are usually a bad omen, but you are closer to Canada so maybe there it is like wearing a mood ring.
What was the second mistake, you must go on and tell -this started a story, didn't it!!?? At least that pic and quote awoke my imagination.
John M. Mora:
Whichever it is, bad omen or mood ring, in The Great White North it's pronounced hawk-ee.
SusuPetal:
"... a small wood stove stood in a corner,
tinder and sticks and small logs arranged within,
waiting for spark or fire,
larger logs were stacked along the wall,
adjacent and inviting, I lit it,
that was my second mistake ..."
Oh, brilliant! Your image and the writing a perfect pairing and the second part of the story equally great. I feel like I am on the edge of a real cliff hanger...do tell, what happens next?
I like the way the ghost trees resemble electricity.
\I used to go to Perryville Falls, back int he old days.
Lucky Dip Lisa:
"... close, too close.
I could hear howling, barking dogs,
soon, too soon, they were at the shed,
still barking, growling, scratching at the door,
digging and pawing at cracks in the foundation,
pulling away two of the hay bales,
seeking a weakness,
throwing themselves at the door, trying to gain access;
failing to secure a retreat plan
may be my last mistake ..."
Mary Stebbins Taitt:
I didn't even know there were falls there ... I'll have to look for them next time I get out there.
Are you writing a thriller? Your image could be the book cover!
hpy:
I think so ... Susu made me do it!
Please, do go on.
SusuPetal:
"... finally, quiet made a stealthy return,
sounds of the hunting pack had faded,
soon replaced by a howling wind;
I took a peek through the grimy, steamed up window,
suddenly a dark blur ... WHAM!
a dog hurtled itself at the door,
the window cracked like a piece of thin ice,
then, again ... WHAM!
the glass shattered,
the snarling, starving animal was inside now,
we both sat down hard, stunned,
shards of glass everywhere,
my luck wasn't turning ..."
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