
Seed 2
Painting and Story by Lehan Winifred Ramsay
I sometimes see a bunch of the rainbow lorikeets crammed in around one of the tables in the park. A couple of the old ones are playing chess, everyone else jeers and elbows each other, shouting out suggestions for the next move.
Ah! I can see Mrs Ato!
Well done, Lehan. Captured her beak to a T! And very colourful she is, too, particularly after a couple of ouzos. I’ll start calling her Keets from now on…
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As always on her high perch!
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“Captured her beak to a T!”
I hope Mrs Ato does not read this!
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Mmmmm, they’ve got holes in their tummies.
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I’ll tell you what’s wrong with it, my lad. ‘Ee, ‘e wor ‘ungry-loike!
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Your Geordie (or was it supposed to be ‘Yorkshire’? The ‘wor’ for ‘were’ suggests the former…) is almost perfect, Voice, however, ‘loike’ is in fact more closely transliterated as, ‘lahhk’… ‘Loike’ sounds more ‘west-country’ to me… or even Irish-ish…
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Remarkable bird, the lorrikeet, idn’it, ay? Beautiful plumage!
(Any bells ringing now, asty? Loike wor’ ring-‘n-loike, from cheese shop.)
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Bells, Voice? Now I think I’m going deaf…
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Wow! I never knew birds could play chess ๐ Lovely painting Lehan…
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The falling seeds seem reminiscent of cherry blossom. Funny how we view paintings through an interpretation filter. Except that we view the rest of the world the same way, only with paintings the process is more conscious.
Substituting ‘sky blue’ for ‘lorikeet blue’ makes it seem as if they are in the process of disappearing. Since I can’t make allegorical sense of that, it doesn’t work for me.
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Clever birds, the lorikeets, Lehan ๐
Your paintings are starting to look happier…
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Lovely little creatures, brighten up my day.
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