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Clocks (karen's Challenge)
Your house if full of broken clocks.
Crammed onto the walls and bookcases, into cubbyholes and laying tipsily on-top of cushions and piles of old clothes. You hear the crunch of glass under your shoes as you navigate the narrow pathways between stacks of books and rolled up pieces of paper curled and stained.
The glass is deep green and clear with little whorls frozen on shattered edges. The hands of all your clocks are bent, twisted and mangled. There was anger here, and desperate hurt.
Dust drifts in bars of meloncholy sunlight, and time stirs the still air.
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Comment by: dreamer - 2007-08-03 06:54
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| I love how you don't know what this about either. Very cool image. The last line is my favourite. |
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| Not sure what this one means, but I liked it a lot. Great use of language and imagery. Deserves to be read several times, like a good painting that you go back to over and over. Thanks. |
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Comment by: GLWard - 2007-08-02 13:22
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| Yep, can't stop time. |
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Comment by: costa - 2007-08-02 06:23
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yup - I reckon it's 'is full'. :P
Nice bit of imagery in one hundred words - needs a good couple of reads, but I kind of get the feeling protagonist was trying to stop time, the inevitable march - for what reason? To cease further anger, arguments?
And the sad ending, all in vain - even the still air is stirred by time.
That's my take, anyway.
Nice one.
Costa. |
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Comment by: waxseal - 2007-07-31 14:37
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| Thanks folks! As far as what this piece is about ... I'm not sure. For this piece I just had an image pop up in my head and I thought i'd write it down - I like all the interpretations. And thanks again for the comments :-) |
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