I just know there's a story in there. A lone crow in a private, secluded spot away from prying eyes, apparently finally feeling free to say something out loud that she's been keeping all pent-up for the longest, torturous time? And under an empty flagpole, of all places! Come now, of course there's a backstory. It could turn out to be largely humorous, along the lines of "The king has ass's ears" -- but perhaps it's far more dark, like Hans Christian Andersen's pretty-but-ultimately-tragic stories (let's face it, despite the immense popularity of his stories, when it came to his private life Andersen was a rather pathetic, unfulfilled case -- the ladies, including even noble ladies, loved his storytelling, but not so much him personally...) that start out fairly innocent but go on to unbelievably heart-rending conclusions, like the "Steadfast Tin Soldier" and "The Red Shoes". And here I go, over and down the Pessimist Hill again.
Related post: Fairy Tale Moon
No comments:
Post a Comment