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| Egyptian Mariners © 2012 Suzanne Jones |
This painting is entitled Egyptian Mariners '1985' and is one of my earliest paintings, which is of a differing style from later works.
I've included a short story of mine with this post called - The Dog Is Dead.
The Dog Is Dead
A highbrow meeting was held on the summit - by the TEARCHIEFS - to re-billet for the forsaken salty secretions from their overcrowded vents. The decision made, it was sent to the ranks. The catastrophic affliction that had taken place was 'Rosemary's Trauma'. It had made the tears lives insufferable. Her bumper tears were forming into a lake. They were losing their identification. They had no tear drop shape. Rosemary's extreme crying was the cause. The tear sergeant would take charge, it would be him who would take them back into shape. "Are you lions or mice? Rebuild yourselves! Shape up! Form a new!" Behind the gingery lashes, all were ready to dispatch, to leave the corn flour blue, so stinging and sunken to jump from the sore-orb lashes. Pushing the curve-fringed hairs to the side, they squashed through to the outer ledge and awaited command.
Rosemary withdrew her cupped hands from her head, to take on air. The tears saw their chance. Sergeant tear let roar. "Abort the ledge, abort the ledge! WITHDRAW!" The merciless tears left the lashes bedraggled and Rosemary, in an extra bout of wailing. Beneath the orbs is a tricky place called 'Groves and Mounds'. This place will go onto 'Zealous patches'. "You will need to belly crawl over these freckles, they will be slippery. After the lentigos, there are three formations with curvature, these will be red and quite hot, due to Rosemary's temperature. We need to abseil over these. Touching their surface as little as possible. Avoid the twin dimples. You'll be sizzled by their heat, facing evaporation. No way must you contemplate Rosemary's hooter. Its flanks are sheer and out of grounds. Its slipways are death traps. The conk could throw the whole mission."
"An alarming command howled through the air. TEARS! Go for cover, dig in! Anchor your pear shapes." The air seemed to shake. In frenzied emotion, Rosemary drew her right hand up to her face, swiping her for finger, across her nostrils, walloping the extra secretion away. Unfortunately, a few tears met their end. Victims to the repulsive, gluey substance. Sliding on further they reached 'Sullen Pout', a beautiful doublet protrusion of fresh pink. "Stay out of the fleshy folds, avert the dangerous chops and their compulsive gasps. DO NOT, in any circumstances, cross over the mouth when it’s agape. The next bit, is called freeing of the tears. On leaving 'Mouths Hollow' you will role onto the chin. Here your separate lines, will become one. Then, you just jump. Into infinity. "This freeing of the tears would continue for over a week and had started, all because, of the death of a fox terrier called BOB.
Suzanne