Blurry Green

Gatsby on display

How could his mind be so brazen, his brush so brash,
flicking strokes so carelessly as if I didn't care.  A background,
nothing but dark of night, a faint green light on its far side. A few
rippling moonlit traces across its lazy harbor. Oh to be in the
background! So perfectly captured: the hat, the shoulders, the
hands in pockets, longing captured precisely in a simple silhouette.
Here in the foreground, the face you cannot see.  Eyes to the light,
and somewhere, invisible heart bouncing upon the waves in need
of rescue.  How could he? 

Author's Note

Written 4/23/12

Reviews

[marytownsend]

Powerful last line! Very well written!

powerful intriguing write, nicely done