Monday, 8 December 2008

Babaloon



There is just something innocent about balloons. I think that they one of the most single simple intriguing things that there are...

Balloons

Since Christmas they have lived with us,
Guileless and clear,
Oval soul-animals,
Taking up half the space,
Moving and rubbing on the silk

Invisible air drifts,
Giving a shriek and pop
When attacked, then scooting to rest, barely trembling.
Yellow cathead, blue fish--------
Such queer moons we live with

Instead of dead furniture!
Straw mats, white walls
And these traveling
Globes of thin air, red, green,
Delighting

The heart like wishes or free
Peacocks blessing
Old ground with a feather
Beaten in starry metals.
Your small

Brother is making
His balloon squeak like a cat.
Seeming to see
A funny pink world he might eat on the other side of it,
He bites,

Then sits
Back, fat jug
Contemplating a world clear as water.
A red
Shred in his little fist.

5 February 1963 - Sylvia Plath

I found the new Miss Dior Cherie, commercial, directed by Sophia Coppola online from FASHIONTOGRAPHY via NOTCOT. It's so pretty and dreamy and quite reminded me of a post a couple of weeks earlier by photographer harpy/kari via ohjoy.

As a kid, my grandmother used to read us Le Ballon Rouge - a red balloon follows a a little boy around the street of Paris. Based :o) sometimes I wish I was a kid again...

Photo credits:
Cherie, Balloons by harpy/kari and Le Ballon Rouge

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