could it be magic?

my magic carpet
has been a little threadbare recently

to put it mildly

the warp threads have broken in places
and the weft thinner
and lacking in the colours and textures than I'd like. . .

but it's all part
of life's rich tapestry,
and life goes on. . .

so today we're going on a little trip:
roll up for the mystery tour!

(not that the machinations of the organ in my head
should be a mystery to you lovely people by now)

gather round. . .

John William Waterhouse

one of my favourite English painters,
a pre-Raphaelite (I love the pre-Raphaelites)

shall we just take a look at a couple more of his paintings
before we get back to the subject of the day?

yes, I think so

most people are familiar with The Lady of Shalott. . .

both painting and poem, from which a stanza:
There she weaves by night and day
A magic web with colours gay.
She has heard a whisper say,
A curse is on her if she stay
To look down to Camelot.
She knows not what the curse may be,
And so she weaveth steadily,
And little other care hath she, The Lady of Shalott.


(nice that that ties in with the warp and weft or earlier, huh!)
and here are some breasts,
especially for vicus:

oh and while we're in the 1880s, or thereabouts,
let's take a peak at my favourite John Singer Sargent:

Carnation Lily Lily Rose

but we're getting sidetracked. . .
back to the magic:

and we'll move smoothly on from
one of my favourite childhood television shows
- The Magic Roundabout -
to another:
that's Mr Benn, for the uninitiated

(and it just so happens that
the guy who wrote Mr Benn
lived a few roads along from where I find myself
- but that's entirely coincidental)

for those who haven't made Mr Benn's aquaintance,
he was a soberly suited man
who would visit a costume shop and choose a costume, where
"as if by magic"
- once he had put the costume on -
he would be transported to another land and time
for a rather splendid adventure

(the man in the fez is the owner of the shop,
who would provide sartorial advice to Mr Benn)

so, if you got be be Mr Benn for today,
which costume would you choose?!

(answers on the back of a postcard to the usual address)

now, just change the second consonant,
and we go from
magic to magpie

and there's nothing wrong with
a slice of good pie

bon apetit!

and to finish, I'd just like to add

and I truly hope that
your day, dear reader
has more than a little magic in it


Dave said...

Her duvet's going to get wet if she keeps trailing it in the water.

I, like the view said...

I think it's a quilt

Vicus Scurra said...

Thanks for the tits.
It is surprising how infrequently I have used that phrase.

Gordie said...

Well, that's shallot.

Mel said...

*choking on coffee*

k........thinkin' there now needs to be a disclaimer for comments....LOL

HOLY moly.....we're talking body parts and veggies AGAIN?!

*shaking head*

I'll just go back to the carpet and wait. And enjoy the view(s). And marvel how someone could put a brush to a canvas and come up with THAT stuff!

And pleasethankyou, I'd like my pie warm without any of the dressy stuff on top?

I, like the view said...

mel you are one individual that does not need a slice of that pie, IMHO

gordie very good

vicus yes, but I still don't know whether your tits refer to breasts or nipples - or small garden birds, for that matter

Anonymous G said...

Ok then. The song is STUCK in my head right now........

The Magical Mystery Tour is coming to take you away....

Coming to take you awayyyyyy

Take you today!

Anonymous G said...

How about this lovely one?

My life has been a tapestry of rich and royal hue
An everlasting vision of the everchanging view
A wondrous woven magic in bits of blue and gold
A tapestry to feel and see, impossible to hold...

katherine. said...

if you read too fast you may think that is four and twenty blackbirds baked in a pie.

I might want to wear the indian costume with the feathered headdress...with all my girlie parts covered...

you gotta be careful around here sometimes....

I, like the view said...

katherine and when the pie was opened the birds began to sing


can you do smoke signals?!

g Had I the heavens’ embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;

I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.


thank you for joining the tour!

Mel said...

<--does hope you're dreaming sweet dreams of magic and carpet rides

Mig said...

I'd like the wizardy one please. I could do with a bit of sorcerous stuff to get my life swept and tidied up.

Mig said...

On the other hand, just reading the quotes and seeing Waterhouse again will do. Gorgeous.

Malc said...

Would you ever take sartorial advice from a man who always wore a fez? It's like walking into Next and seeing Tommy Cooper behind the counter.

I, like the view said...

well I have a mind of my own, and don't really take advice from many people (more's the pity - on occasion). . .

one does wonder if it was the shop that was magic, or the shopkeeper - or if Mr Benn had that quality innately, but just needed the right environment to access it

something Next wouldn't provide

Gordie said...

And I say
"Thank you for the boobies
The ones you're swinging
Thanks for all the joy
That you're bringing."

(I'm sure Vicus was channeling ABBA)