Picture it & write – Bitter Blue

Ermilia’s Picture it & write  (Sunday 20 January 2013)

Once again, here is my offering to ‘Picture it & write’ hosted by Ermilia (Ermisenda and Eliabeth) who invite others to join them by writing a fictional story or poem to accompany an image presented on their blog.


Reprinted from Ermilia's Blog
Reprinted from Ermilia’s Blog

So you think you can have me.

So you think I care.

So you think the world is round.

What do I care!

What do I care; what do I care…

I don’t seem to care about much these days. I’m like that old clock on the wall; it’s stopped.

It stopped ticking some time ago. I think it was when you left.

Yeah; I think that was when it stopped.

It dawned on me that life was less than a flower; less than a pond; less than a mediocre grain of salt.

Yeah, that happened when you left me, encased in this frozen waste of bitter blue.

Carolyn Page


    1. Thank You, Joe… She looks so ‘tortured’ to me….!
      I loved your ‘take’…

      “A lady’s peculiar lover
      Wrapped her in a sheet of blue rubber
      She said “You say I look best
      But please give it a rest
      If it isn’t one thing it’s another!”

      Ha ha…. 😉

    1. It is Rebecca, it is….!
      BTW – I have tried to make comment upon your blog however, it tells me that it does not accept my WP credentials…. How mean of it…! It obviously does not know that I am a sweet and lovable human being, and not a nasty old robot… 😉

    1. Absolutely Scott… and I can’t get out…!
      And Yes, I agree; the image is so powerful….! It seems the harder she tries to escape, the more trapped she feels…. Ug, ug and more ug…! 😉

  1. As you know me fairly well, as far as that goes, you know I don’t use this word lightly.. excellent, my dear…. Powerful, defiant, while still vulnerable. Good work, milady….

      1. Just callin’ it as I see it, my dear, and honesty would compel me to withhold praise if I didn’t mean what I said…. so… excellent, indeed…

  2. poor mister or miss blue 🙂
    well written piece! hope s/he rises above it and laughs at those who thought that h/she is dead 🙂 silly human beings with their stupid arrogance!

  3. I like the part about how the clock stopped ticking. Like a parallel for when your heart stopped ticking. It reminded me of my Nana singing me a song when I was little, called my Grandfather’s Clock. ♪♫ It stopped short, never to go again, when the old man died. ♪♫

  4. “….Yeah, that happened when you left me, encased in this frozen waste of bitter blue….” This is a nice description of a state a person can end up in after somebody leaves.

    However, it seems to me that’s us just a deception…she is free…

  5. Soooo… I am running out the door again… but just so you know…. I remember this poem of yours… I LIKED it because I soooo can relate…. perhaps someday through posts and getting to know each other through our blog you will see why I followed.
    Now you have a nice day!

  6. wonderful, Carolyn… i can really taste the bitterness in this one… i really love the comparison to an old wall clock that stopped…..

  7. Superb post.Well written .The pain,the sorrow the resentment ,and to defy reality it takes courage..Have a wonderful day Carolyn.jalal

  8. Dear Carolyn, it pleases me to hear from you always.l do appreciate your time to visit my weblog.Wishing you happines and health.jalal

  9. I remember that scene in The Empire Strikes Back when Han Solo Mio gets flash-frozen, but he sure looks different here… : P

    Your reflection, however, was chilling and exquisite!! : )

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