A slant of mirth
From where the sun scorches the soil to gold dust,
drawn by white horses over roiling cold waters,
a silver needle plunged into rock hard bedding -
the morning star withdrew,
the horizon blushed;
dewed petals quenched
their glumness
with juvenile fire.
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Though as Trish is considering retirement and bombarded with pleas to resume her hobby of painting, she might do the work for me which would amount to an interesting collaboration between man and wife! I know, however, that she can't stomach Modern Art, and that includes to her also Surrealism. Maybe I can convince her that she's wrong and we're dealing with its less brass and less warped cousin of the Belgian School, Magic Realism! :D
And Vulcans indeed! Though, the Visitors in the original 1983-1984 miniseries V had a similar colour of blood, just to emphasize their repellent and evil alienness, as 'our' lizards are just as redblooded as us humans... Mind you, when I read your comment yesterday in the late night, as the sleeping pill was kicking in, I mistook your line about Vulcans for vulcans as geological formations and that had me completely puzzled, think of a green blood spouting Vesuvius -- now that's some handsome idea of surrealism!
Thanks for the compliment, Carol, as always they're highly appreciated and good for a blush moment! x