She’d grown tired

Flash Fiction 55, Photography, Poetry | Posted by Jannie on 6 February 2014 @ 7:56 PM 22 Comments

snow_sled_with_beach_coral

of the two
big baskets
of coral

crowding
their coffee
table’s top

so she high-tided
the treasures from
one of them along
their mantel’s shore
then sailed away in
that empty basket

to Paris

to lose
herself
by night

in The
Louvre

and by day
in the arms
of a croissant
named Mo.

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Including the title, that’s 55 words!

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  • 1

    On 6 February 2014 at 8:06 pm

    Mary said, 

    No better city to visit than Paris; but it might be pretty spooky to spend the night in the Louvre!!!

  • 2

    On 6 February 2014 at 8:16 pm

    Teresa said, 

    That looks wonderful! For some reason it makes me feel a bit warmer to see all those sea shells. Love the trip to Paris!

  • 3

    On 6 February 2014 at 9:22 pm

    G-Man said, 

    Jannie Dear….
    I loved your term High Tided, you can never forget
    your Maritimer roots can ya?
    Loved your sweet 55
    Thanks for using the Funfest to keep your awesome creativity
    sharp as a tack. I’m so happy to see you TWO weeks in a row
    Have a Kick Ass Week End….G

  • 4

    On 6 February 2014 at 9:48 pm

    Alice Audrey said, 

    Croissants have arms?

  • 5

    On 6 February 2014 at 10:03 pm

    brian miller said, 

    oo la la…MO eh? smiles…
    i would not mind being lost in paris

    what a cool old slide you got there…

  • 6

    On 6 February 2014 at 11:20 pm

    Janna said, 

    My croissant is named Stephan.

    (*Whew.*)

    (‘Cuz it’d be awkward if we found out we were secretly seeing the same croissant.)

    Thanks for another Friday 55!
    Mine’s here. :)

  • 7

    On 7 February 2014 at 12:41 pm

    Daisy said, 

    This is delightful (as always), Jannie! I love the way your mind works. :)

  • 8

    On 9 February 2014 at 10:41 am

    Margaret said, 

    This is so whimsical and fun. “high tided” is so perfect a word here and I am loving that fireplace screen… I jut googled and of course, I like the most expensive one.http://arts.rbjohnson.net/Listing_i205140

    Sigh. But I am on the search for one without the word “Tiffany” in it, I guess.

    You must come back next week – I love your 55’s. :)

  • 9

    On 9 February 2014 at 4:55 pm

    Chris Edgar said, 

    I like the interesting use of “high-tide” as a verb — I know, as if anything could be more interesting than anthropomorphizing a croissant, right? Leave it to me to miss the forest for the trees.

  • 10

    On 10 February 2014 at 12:52 pm

    Lynn said, 

    A croissant named Mo. I like that, but it would have to live in my refrigerator if it had name. :)

  • 11

    On 10 February 2014 at 12:53 pm

    Lynn said, 

    A croissant named Mo. I like that, but it would have to live in my refrigerator if it had a name. :)

  • 12

    On 10 February 2014 at 12:55 pm

    Lynn said, 

    I did not mean to post this twice – I thought I was adding “a” before name before I sent it the first time. And then WordPress sent me a message saying “You are posting too quickly. Slow down.” :) At least now I’m driving your comment numbers up. :)

  • 13

    On 10 February 2014 at 10:45 pm

    Jannie said, 

    Good evening, morning or afternoon as it be with you.

    I have to book a hotel room near Dallas for Thursday night, please don’t let me forget that, thanks! Actually Fort Worth. And I wonder how much the fort is worth? And who was Worth? And what his fort was like? Maybe a snow fort?

    But back to this blog thang.

    After a cup of tea… For me.

    Maybe one for you too?

  • 14

    On 11 February 2014 at 12:31 am

    Jannie said, 

    Dearest Mary, have you ever read “From The Mixed-Up Files of Mrs. Basil E. Frankenweir? Frankelweir? EXCELLENT book. This brother and sister, maybe ages 12/ and 14? run away from home and live at the NY Met art museum, for like, 5? nights? As I recall, there is something in it about clues to Michelangelo. I was probably age 12 when I read it.

    But long-winded me again, losing myself in the fancy of the Louvre at night. Be awesome if they’d shut off the hidden laser security beams so I could run wild in there after hours as much as I wished. I’d invite all you friends, of course. (As long we they not damage any of the artworks.) And there’d be a special wing of the museum for us all with unlimited excellent food and drink, and 24 / 7 access to cruise ship size comfortable quiet private berths for one and all — with loo / bath and only the finest bed soft silky cotton linens to slumber upon. :)

    I bid thee fair eve, blog wanderer.

    Jannie

    oxox

  • 15

    On 13 February 2014 at 1:13 pm

    Sara said, 

    This poem made me smile, especially the part about the croissant. I’ve eaten too many to name them, but Mo sounds appropriate.

    There’s such a joy in reading your poems lately. They’re kind of like skipping. It feels happy and good:~)

  • 16

    On 13 February 2014 at 11:20 pm

    Jannie said, 

    We are in Fort Worth.

    All is awesome.

    Really really awesome.

    Good night.

    C u soon!

    xxooooo

  • 17

    On 18 February 2014 at 3:03 am

    Hilary said, 

    Hi Jannie – Enjoy Fort Worth and I hope the little one does well. Love the thought of the high-tided … well perhaps not with the weather we’ve been having .. but the Olympics are on and their sleds are quite extraordinary .. yet where did it all start …

    Your fireplace decoration is unique .. I love the look of it .. cheers Hilary

  • 18

    On 18 February 2014 at 5:05 pm

    Jannie said, 

    Hey thanks everybody. I’ve been really really busy and we’ve been traveling some for gymnastics, with more to go. Thanks so much for your visits. I have read all your words and appreciate your continued friendship in poetry blogging.

    xoxo to all.

  • 19

    On 21 February 2014 at 10:56 am

    Dr. J said, 

    lol! I can think of better things to do in Paris :-)

  • 20

    On 25 February 2014 at 4:49 am

    Liara Covert said, 

    The ego mind judges what is normal and abnormal. The heart sees everything as natural expressions of love. Love how the heart-mind appreciates everything. Reading between the lines is always fun. Thanks for whispering sweet nothing.

  • 21

    On 28 February 2014 at 2:13 pm

    Jannie said, 

    Thanks, everybody!

    This heart-minded gal thinks you are all SO AWESOME!!!

    Thanks for your whisperings of star-light and such.

    oxoxoxooxox

  • 22

    On 1 March 2014 at 4:57 pm

    Alice Audrey said, 

    Hugs on all the pressure, but you know it’s all worth it.

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