Monday, May 30, 2016

Nellie's Dream



When Nellie was a young girl she loved to visit the rose arbor in her grandmother's garden. She would sit quietly amidst the sweet fragrant flowers and imagine herself grown and beautiful. Her folded parasol beside her, her gloves folded in her lap, the tiny toes of her laced boots showing from beneath her long skirt. He would walk up the path, so handsome in his riding clothes, and sit down beside her on the bench, accepting her extended hand and gently kissing  the tips of her fingers.

Scent of seduction
Creating dreams within dreams
Power of roses


"Ellecee"


A haibun
Inspired by a sneak peak
from Sanaa for Prompt Nights
on FaceBook


16 comments:

  1. Whistles!!! Such a wonderfully romantic scene which you have painted with your words Linda :D Thank you so much for participating at Prompt Nights and for your constant love and support.

    Lots of love,
    Sanaa

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  2. Love the delicate sight of "the tiny toes of her laced boots", and the immense power of "Creating dreams within dreams". Just beautiful, Ellecee. ♥

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  3. aw...sweet and breezy..taking a deep breath :)

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  4. I don't think Nellie is alone with that dream...though my gentleman wears Russian Imperial uniform...
    Wonderful story and verse :D XXX

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  5. So romantic.... "kissing the tips of her fingers."

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  6. I love that notion of memory from childhood, the expectation and delivery. So well done.

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  7. You have captured the magic of wishes and dreams so well - i wonder if throughout time we have all sat in that arbour and hoped xo

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  8. What a beautiful haibun. I am sure the boys would be imagining riding up on their steed too to woo her.

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  9. luv, luv, luv this haibun

    Have a good Saturday Ellecee

    much love...

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  10. I must have had my capacity to write romantically removed at birth! I wish I could, because this inspires so many images in my head. Lovely.

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  11. I think there is a bit of Nellie in all of us...a bit of that little girl who still dreams. Lovely haibun, Ellecee

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  12. Utterly romantic! I was almost swooning.

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  13. Scent of seduction
    Creating dreams within dreams

    Isn't that the reason why the perfume industry could hoodwink everyone? It did not take much to produce a small bottle but costing a bomb! Great lines Linda!

    Hank

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  14. My mother's name was Nellie. Such a beautifully romantic piece..sigh

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  15. As delicate as a pressed flower in a book of poetry.

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