A Splash Quite Unnoticed*
Slumping against the wall she let gravity bring her down. A fool ploughing through the haze, so I am; thought Mallory. How can it be that every thing melts into disaster? Springtime fancy this pageantry. Like Icarus who flew too close to the sun, she attempted to dance the dance of the exubriant, to partake in the festivities, to fly free from her cage of forlorn. Freedom was not hers to reap: it had all been a fraud. It didn’t hold together. None of it: the damned bird, her dreams. All of it: lay there broken on the floor.
*Besides the photo itself, inspiration came from the myth of Daedalus and Icarus , the poem Landscape with the Fall of Icarus by William Carlos Williams, which is based on Landscape with the Fall of Icarus by Bruegel, further inspiration came from my super-ego and Stream of consciousness (narrative mode).