Simple Sunday Went Around And Now Comes Around To Canada!
Welcome to the CPC’s Simple Sunday Picture Challenge!
This week we travel back across the Pacific
after our several week art tour of Europe and Asia,
and visit Cynthia, aka koyamori on Deviantart.com.
http://koyamori.deviantart.com/
She is an eight year veteran of DeviantArt
and is studying graphic art in Toronto.
Her specialty is childlike nature and fantasy art in ink and watercolors.
This week’s featured image is her latest Deviantart post,
titled “Huddle.”
Write what your poetic muse sees in or imagines from this image
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A very little girl, very big mushrooms, and some cute but weird thingies. What does your muse make of all that? That’s what we want to know here on the Simple Sunday picture challenge. Share your findings and enjoy what’s posted!
DREAMLAND
Little Lily Lovamore was lost
in the land of giant mushrooms.
She didn’t know where to turn.
Balloon animal folk
heard her low sobbing,
came to her aid.
Their sympathy
cheered her up.
Then she
woke.
Nonet Copyright November 2nd 2013 RGD
Inspired by “Huddle” by Cynthia aka koyamori
Little Fairy
In a soft moist spot
On the ground
There sat this big brown mushroom
First thought it waz just a toad stool but second look
There I saw this little fairy
Playin a flute
Sounds so pretty
As I sat to listen ear wide
Round and round she danced
Fluttering her wings to the joyful
Sound of the music
Peaceful she was
Mind at ease
Not a thought or worry
As happy as could be.
Written by Bettie Davis ——— November 3, 2013
Archived image unavailable
“Huddle” by Cynthia, aka koyamori
AS IF
During that in-between time
before Dawn first appears,
in the cool of the morning
before the sun shines,
first one,
then two,
as if from nothing,
as if by magic,
arising from the dew,
tiny caps peeking out
from behind blades
of sparkling grass,
fragile and small,
I’m enchanted
by them all.
Even though
I’m well aware
they’ll disappear
by midday,
I know they’ll return
as night again meets day
in the cool of the morning
before the sun reappears
and will gladden my heart
before my day even starts.
(c) barbara kausteklis 11-3-13