After morning showers the wet pavement of the carpark slowly dries in the heat from the sun.


Sun beams on tree tops

Shopping centre carpark steams

Cars parked in sauna


Under the trees, in the shade, a puddle from the rain remains. Leaves flutter from above, find death, hand in hand with discarded litter.


Ophelia drowns

Hamlet’s puddle of sorrow

Reflections above


The tree cries as it gazes down in sorrow. It’s pain reflected in the murky carpark puddle. The camera clicks, light flashes.


Captured forever

Death and despair in the shade

I slam the car door



Copyright Feb 2013


4 thoughts on “PUDdle

  1. It moves seamlessly from the mundane puddle to the grander imagery of the Ophelia-Hamlet experience. Personal passion — literary allusions — and Hamlet– well, how wonderful is that!?

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