Enga mellom fjella: where from across the meadow, poems sing from mountains and molehills. |
Red murano frog Glass-eyed bulges watch us gaze at the star-children nestled within his back. His red legs tense as if to jump. His front pads grasp hold just in case; but, he does not ejaculate his kin. He grins there going nowhere, knowing we pose no threat. His red skin glistens a promise of poison and death. How we obsess to touch him. copyright 2008 Kåre Enga [165.107] 2008-06-08 This was prompted by the picture of a red murano frog in the entry of alfred booth, wanbli ska "Invalid Entry" Murano is an island of glass factories just north of Venice. The 'star-children' are millefiori, a cluster of varied colored glass, a technique mastered by the folks of Murano. Millefiori: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Millefiori ME: Nerves made the day difficult. Bought a book on roses. Ate. Watched the storm-clouds blow east. Accomplished nothing. BLOGVILLE: I wrote a lament last night for someone here at WDC whose husband recently took his own life. He was 30 ... How does one properly respond? I don't dare send it yet. I am very aware that I do not know this person well, that there are numerous cultural barriers (religion among them) between us that could lead to misunderstandings and at this moment I am sure she doesn't need any more pain. How then would you handle this? I left a short note in her blog, e-mailed someone who knows her better in case he knows what to say. What would you say? IMAGINE: Carrots, mock orange in bloom; sumac in bud; the buzz of mosquitoes; spirea and sweetbush; yellow pea and vine honeysuckle; crownvetch in pink; the march of big black ants. Kansas: 71 degrees at 22:00 ** Image ID #1295354 Unavailable ** 5600 |