sábado, 7 de julio de 2007

The pond

The word slippery reminds me of a pond that was near a country house I used to go when I was a child. The pond was surrounded by ferns and willows. An old boat carved from a tree was there and we used paddling and watching the smoothy green surface of the bottom that like a dancing gelatine moved as we paddled
We were not allowed to go there because adults thought that it was dangerous to walk into the water and fell .
But the feeling of that soft green velvet was much more interesting and appealing than the warnings and we managed go there for the pleasure of an exciting adventure
We walked near the fence of the pond pretending that we would go farther but we crossed the wooden door and entered in the forbidden place.
We entered the water bare foot very slowly trying to keep the balance on the smooth rocks. The feeling was incredible and the fun was just walking balanced and feeling that slippery velvet under our feet

10 comentarios:

strauss dijo...

I loved the senses and images you evoke through this memory of yours, especailly "dancing gelatine". Lovely.

Thunkful dijo...

A unique feeling, beautifully told! Did you ever slip?

gautami tripathy dijo...

I could visualise you doing that...

Rob Kistner dijo...

Such a romantic view of pond slime... ;) ...only a writer could go there!

self taught artist dijo...

a beautiful post...ease and spirit blended into something unexpected.

Patois dijo...

I am placed right there with you. Lovely post.

arboleda dijo...

thank you...!!(I did slip a little thunkful...)

ian russell dijo...

nice imagery. it's good to feel the slime between your toes!

Crafty Green Poet dijo...

I love the feeling of mossy rocks under water. Soundslike a magical place.

Elspeth dijo...

Your writing is beautiful.