Ailsa’s theme this week is contrast.
“I call to the airplanes,” cried the bridge. “I flash to the ships of the air. But you are still master of the river. Quick, let your light shine again. Each to his own place, little brother!”
“The Little Red Lighthouse and The Great Grey Bridge” by Hildegarde Swift
“When the prophet, a complacent fat man,
Arrived at the mountain-top
He cried: “Woe to my knowledge!
I intended to see good white lands
And bad black lands—
But the scene is grey.”
I remember taking a bath
and wondering why Coney Island
was so mean in the winter,
and how long it would take
to walk there in the Spring’
And I’ve seen you at the corners and cafes it seems
Red hair and black leather, my favorite color scheme
So, what do you think? Did I fulfill the assignment?
As always a few other views of the subject: