The Red Parasol By Alfred Glendening
Standing with admiration in front of, "The Red Parasol" by: Alfred Glendening.
My thought blends and melts into the colour of every brush stroke on the canvas.
Into a daydream haze, I vanish moving slowly onto the sand.
Warm grains of sand seeping between my tan toes.
Sunlight holds my face up with its golden streams;
I take a deep breath of the cool refreshing breeze,
Embracing me with its tendrils of briny sea scent
Weaving through my hair lulling me to calmness.
I approach the two girls, deep in conversation.
One in blue sitting on a rock holding a bouquet of wildflowers,
The other girl in pink sitting by her red parasol.
I seem to be invisible;
I listen to their conversation of secret love.
After a few minutes I stroll out,
Sit on the beach and take in the view with hunger,
Taste the sea's harmony and grace.
A tap on my shoulder brought me out of my trance.
"Venice, are you ready to advance to the next canvas?"
5/6/2016
The Red Parasol, 1895 by Alfred, Jr. Glendenin...
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