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Dragonbutterfirefly. Entry for #mikiessummer25artthingy challenge hosted by @mikiesartthingy
Every night the marchioness went out and blew the horn of her cheeks into a whistle. A call. For what, for whom? She knew not. All sorts of things came in response, and she took them all in, bleary eyed from lack of sleep, intent observation, or maybe just the burdens of life. Some nights there were memories, many of them. Some made her tear up, some made her chuckle. Once, she had played the role of the dashing marquis, cape and all — had it been a dream or had it really happened? Ever present was the little she-elephant, piping nearby the sweet wistful notes of her own trunk; a sleepy rabbit, too tired to leap out of his hat and perform more tricks, having decided to sink into oblivion; a fish swimming among the random figments of everyone’s imagination.
On that summer night, just as she whistled through the stem of a zinnia, there came a dragonbutterfirefly. Her first. She looked at him in wonder, eager for him to be a sign, a symbol, a beacon of hope. He only wanted some nectar, to feed and to exist undisturbed. For a long while they stared at each other, unable to provide grand answers beyond the stillness of this chance encounter. Sacred time, misunderstood and meaningless, magic nevertheless.
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Every night the marchioness went out and blew the horn of her cheeks into a whistle. A call. For what, for whom? She knew not. All sorts of things came in response, and she took them all in, bleary eyed from lack of sleep, intent observation, or maybe just the burdens of life. Some nights there were memories, many of them. Some made her tear up, some made her chuckle. Once, she had played the role of the dashing marquis, cape and all — had it been a dream or had it really happened? Ever present was the little she-elephant, piping nearby the sweet wistful notes of her own trunk; a sleepy rabbit, too tired to leap out of his hat and perform more tricks, having decided to sink into oblivion; a fish swimming among the random figments of everyone’s imagination.
On that summer night, just as she whistled through the stem of a zinnia, there came a dragonbutterfirefly. Her first. She looked at him in wonder, eager for him to be a sign, a symbol, a beacon of hope. He only wanted some nectar, to feed and to exist undisturbed. For a long while they stared at each other, unable to provide grand answers beyond the stillness of this chance encounter. Sacred time, misunderstood and meaningless, magic nevertheless.
#nomorewaitingforgodot #surrealist #storiesofinstagram #makingsense #whatislife #quirkyart #magicrealism #imaginaryworlds #bizarreart #originalart #fantasyart #intuitivedrawing #mystories #imagined #contemporaryart #naiveartist #writingcommunity #gelpenart #poscaart
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2 months agoartbyingy
I absolutely love this one! 😍😍😍 And the story is a masterpiece too! A dragonbutterfirefly !! We definitely need those! 😂You amaze me as always!😍😍😍😍
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