The Wishbone Alphabet – an experiment, of course, with attitude, life and the eponymous soup.
Saturday’s short sunny scribble, scrutinising some symbolic stuff.
Sunshine is reciprocal. Once upon a time I was all squashed out like road kill, and the weather was sternly grey. I saw a sign for a sun shower booth, not something I would normally try. Just a few minutes of pretend sun put some smile shape back on my face. Effectual emergency treatment.
Sequins are metallic discs that take light in, and in the process of reflecting add theatrical enchantment. Although tinsel was my first razzle-dazzler; the magical density of nativity play haloes. I was not destined for ballet, the scuffle in the changing room and my red shoes in the cluster of pale pinks were obvious retrospective proofs; but the glamour of performance gets me every time.
Sparkles are anything that refract light, unsplicing colour. Rainbows are part of the universal show. Hanging a bit of cut glass in a window, the multihued slivers held in a bubble, yes, I am that easily amused.
Sharks are ancient oceanic beasts of instinct. They are curious about the world; simultaneously self-contained. They can seem monstrous, though their lines are so perfectly drawn.