Posted on September 14, 2015
by Elan Mudrow
Category: PortraitsTags: America, Art, Cinderella, Identity, Poem, Poetry, Shoes, Writing
This is adorable! I loved it. 🙂
Oh Elan, You surprise and amaze and never disappoint!
I LOVE THIS–5 Stars for unique creativity, well done!
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Loved this. Oh the things we would give our mothers, I’ll never know if they were truly cherished or politely adored.
Reblogged this on wwwpalfitness.
You brought it all back–the gold spray-paint smell, the macaroni, the Elmer’s. For the life of me, I can’t recall what we glued it to though. And “called it macaroni”, ah, yes! This too, I remember.
Oooo I liked it.
An amazing and moving piece, and familiar, brings back those feelings of creating that special work of art as a child…. where did those pieces of art disappear to!? and I love “artistic noodlery” great line!! Michelle
Good work. Funny. Catalytic. I dig the metaphor; the quest for the darned thing and the disablement subjected to by the “dark” closet. Love that.
Digging the subtle humor in this one.
This is absolutely fabulous. Both humorous and dark … Love!! 🙂
Ha ha! I like you!
OK. We’ll go with Sapphic if the scouts are girls… 😉
Well, it’s only Oedipal if the scouts are boys. They might not be.
I like that last line.
Lovely Elan but sad – and the old story of Cinderella was even sadder. Her dark closet was an open field where she was left to die.
Great mix of imagination and insight into the world of child and mother – and mother’s dark closet.
The leaning high heel of pasta! =o)
It brought back memories of mother’s day and father’s day projects for me!
Such word smithing! Fabulously done 🙂
This is beautiful. That last line though. Brilliant.
Yes, I wanted it to combine those two elements, as well as others. Thanks.
From nostalgia to a really sad end. Loved it! Good Job Elan 😊👏
Reblogged this on GUM: Growing Up Millennial.
Love it as a scout, as a mom and as a boy scout leader.
Mum’s dark cupboard – my Mum didn’t menstrate apparently, nor have a belly button for I never saw one in he rold fashioned bathing suits….life of Victoriana. If it ain’t got macaroni it ain’t got that starch to stand the reign of time.
I had to do the same thing when I was a kid with cigar boxes. Thank you for the memory.
Love the layers of perception in this.
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Great imagery! This poem would make great song lyrics. 🙂
Again, Well done !
Mother’s “Dark Closet” held many things. Some, of which, are best to remain, unfound.
this takes me to so many places…. recesses….. some good, some not-so-bad—– more distressing. I don’t think any of us ever know our Mother’s as .. that person ….separate from us.
Yearning for approval made my heart skip a beat…..and then it disappeared into a closet so dark
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Oh my goodness the end of that poem hit me hard in the gut. Fantastic. I love this one so much.
Intriguing…….that missing shoe. 😉
That was rather artistic of me.
“artistic noodlery” 🙂
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