Wednesday, October 20, 2010

Bluegrass

The lingering scent of dew sprinkled along the mahogany logs. Each stacked carefully, perched on one another retaining the warmth. The shining white scarcely existed anymore from the night before; yellow beams of heaven took care of that. Pools of murky water dotted the bluegrass, invading what was left of the snowy world that had conquered last night. Everything creaked, the mighty oaks to the slender planks on the porch, burdened with the feudal war of ice and liquid. The quaint cabin stood firm, worn from the repetition of seasons and oppressive environment, it pronounced itself on the hilltop.

The abandoned playground stood as a monument next to the forest. They had bonded over the years now, the forest encroached on the playground and it willingly accepted. A swirling contrast of man and nature in harmony played out eagerly between them. A dash of green here, a peek of red, the taint of black rot, the virgin white, and the plethora of brown made their debut. Branches swayed in orchestra with its swing brethren, quite the performance to behold marionettes of our world forever moving and jostling their parts to make the show last.

In those moments, the moment of seconds, everything was in tune, in place: the cabin, the playground, the forest, the snow, and the water. Entropy was going exactly according to plan in this brightening world.

2 comments:

  1. I think I had a rough time nailing this one. I tried to picture the most serene world I could witness and just went with it. I am not sure if it fits the project, but alas.

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  2. It's interesting work. The shift to the playground seems abrupt, so it's not clear that we're still in the same location, the same world, and then the music motif kind of really works into it toward the end, though we maybe expected it from the title. And maybe things get a little overworked with the battling imagery here, too. A more direct, less allegorical or metaphorical language would be more effective in communicating the kind of serenity you're trying to capture. Favor a language as quiet as the image.

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