Thursday, 25 September 2014

"The King"

The king wiped his forehead with a silk handkerchief as he looked down at the busy streets below his royal balcony. It's been four years since the coronation and not a minute of that time seemed to be wasted. Taxes, decrees and ambassadors filled every single day from dusk till dawn. He was respected for his majesty and for his highness and yet each time he looked in a mirror he would see a face that did not share that respect. When was the last time he took time to smell a flower or to lie on a grass and watch the clouds? Doing such simple things can be very difficult for a king. He looked beyond the city walls at the trees he had used to climb as a boy. Those days had been filled with laughter, dreams and endless promises of never growing up. Aging comes slowly and has an army of earthly cares to fight its way to a human heart. Is it possible to... The king stood for a while watching the trees moving in the wind. Their branches seemed to wave at him gently. "Wait for me", he said at last, "I'm coming".



"The King", 30x40cm, acrylic on canvas

I hope you like my painting and the short story I wrote about it. 
See you next week!

12 comments:

  1. Dear Marielle - I love the painting as well as the story. This would make a perfect page in a book. Hope you are having a great day.

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    1. Thank you, Debbie, I'm glad you think so :)
      I hope you're enjoying the weekend. Have a lovely week.
      Hugs

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  2. Love it.
    And strongly suspect that our 'leaders' would benefit from following his example. As we would.

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    1. Thanks.
      I think your suspicions are correct.
      And it's like in this song 'Going back' : "...I think I'm returning to all those days when I was young enough to know the truth ... A little bit of courage is all we lack ...".

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  3. I love the story. The painting startled me.
    We need to go back to childhood once in a while, eh?

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    1. Yes, going back to childhood definitely gives you a different perspective on life.
      The painting with the king sitting on a tree is supposed to be the ending of the short story but it has it's own meaning as well. The king is portrayed with his face at the sky and with his back at the viewer, which means that sometimes you need to get away from the noise of everyday worries and reflect on your life and happiness. Notice that the tree starts budding, which is a sign that new life will blossom.

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  4. Hi Marielle - I loved the story and the painting. I thought I was beginning to read a great book. This is just lovely. Have a great day - might I expect to see a book?

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    1. Thank you, Saucy. I do enjoy writing, but I think it's a bit too soon to promise anything. We'll see :) Have a great week!

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  5. I like both, the story and the painting :)

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    1. Thanks, Karin, this is the first time ever that I decided to write a story of this kind, so I'm very happy you like it. Have a great weekend!

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  6. Love this. I hope he takes many more days off, bless his heart.

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  7. I absolutely love this one. Just brilliant.

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