Here are Vivien's dancing poppy heads. They jiggle on their stiff, hairy stems, nodding nervously, shedding petals. If you listen very carefully you can even hear their quiet rattle as they dry in the sun. I knew the moment I saw them what was I was going to add. Dancing in the same field, as the crows swoop overhead. The dance is infectious in this Moley.
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Tchaikovsky's Dance of the Flowers aint got nothin' on these Three Poppies and the Popettes! This is pure 1960's Phil Spector girl band shakin' their red petals off with a trio of backing singers providing bass, tenor, and alto - boom, oooh, yate-ta-ta.
I dig this!
Wonderful take on the theme! I love the playfulness you've captured. Very creative interpretation.
David you have a great way with words!
Cheers Vivien! Unfortunately, however, my mouth is often about three boto fogo's ahead of my brain. The Tchaikovsky reference above should in fact have been 'Waltz of the Flowers'.
Anyone for a Rhumba?
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