a taste of my writing in response to renoir. guess the painting, win a prize.
Completely still at the center of all chaos, like the eye of the storm, I watch this polite destruction as the lives around me twirl and fall, little ballerinas on exhausted toes. I could have been one to spin across this stage, I could have danced around the small talk and the laughter, the coy looks and blush cheeks. But I have chosen to sit still, as this dull man’s jokes flutter off his tongue like lackadaisical butterflies oblivious to my eyes as they roll back into my skull.
(c) JMS
2 comments:
tu parles français? chouette!
et la piece de renoir? je pense que c'est "ballerina", mais degas a plus de peintures des ballerines.
oui! mais non, ce n'est pas une piece avec les danseurs.
xx
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