The Blue Bicycle

[Scarlett Rose]

There’s a blue bicycle stuck in the limbs of my favourite tree. You can lean your head back and shade your eyes if it’s a sunny day, and gaze up at the top of that gigantic maple, and there the bicycle will be. Rusting in spots; shining in others. On windy days, when the slender branches near the top of the maple toss and turn, one wheel of the bicycle spins. It looks lazy, that wheel, as if it knows that its purpose in life used to be to get places and go somewhere, but now all it has is air to turn against.

I have never questioned why the blue bicycle is there.

[Bob Clay]

Surreal yet strangely relevant. Nice one.

[Scarlet Woundsmile]

i agree with mike ---> i absolutely *adore* the last line.
magical :)

[JMac]

I don't even know what to say, Bek. The details, the metaphors, the philosphy, brilliant just pure brilliance...so proud of you..:)

[Michael Solender]

poetic and lyrical one of your many best

[Ty Bluesmith]

:)

don't stand under the bike.

[Laurita]

Love this six. So many thoughts and images here. This is one sic that will stay with me.

[Kathleen Gilbert]

Scarlett,
This is magical and you have done a wonderful job telling it.

[Tess Dickenson]

This is wondrous ... such a simple thing given such life and whimsy and magic. Marvelously done, my dear one.

[vampire_rose]

I love it!

[RoseGirl]

I SOO want a blue bike now :(

scarly this is reaalllyy awesome :)
You really brought it to life, i can picture it from where i am sitting :D

Amazingly done...

Rosie xo