Wednesday, June 7, 2017

Week in Seven Words #343

Fat green leaves ripple against the railings of the balcony.

Cicadas sound like crackling wind-up toys.

The broad reservoir is rimmed with trees and buildings. To the north, stumpy apartment houses mostly, and to the south, silvery high-rises.

She reads a lot, and mostly on her own, but she sometimes wants to be read to. She can close her eyes whenever she wants, or jump in to share her ideas with someone who won't have a problem pausing to listen.

The rubber ball from a game of jacks shoots away and pings the table legs.

mise en scène
They could stage one of Shakespeare's plays here, in the garden where the paths whirl up a hill among flowers and low-hanging trees, and the rats scurry around at dusk.

They don't make hide-and-seek too scary for him. His mom hides, but he can still see her elbows and purse poking out from behind the tree, so he's laughing and stumbling to her immediately, without a fear that she left for good.


Brian Joseph said...

I love the picture that you painted for "mise en scène". I almost feel as if I am there.

Cicadas do sound like wind-up toys :)

HKatz said...

Thanks, Brian - the place described in "mise en scène" is the Shakespeare Garden in Central Park :)