For some reason it reminds me of the Thomas Hardy poem, Ice on the Highway. Except they would be a little chilly without clothes and wouldn’t get far if they just danced around and around. Apart from that ….
Seven buxom women abreast, and arm in arm,
Trudge down the hill, tip-toed,
And breathing warm;
They must perforce trudge thus, to keep upright
On the glassy ice-bound road,
And they must get to market whether or no,
Provisions running low
With the nearing Saturday night,
While the lumbering van wherein they mostly ride
Can nowise go:
Yet loud their laughter as they stagger and slide!
Goodness, they are big girls.
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No size zeros here.And having such joyous fun.
Who is the sculptor
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Joanna Mallin-Davies, as you say, pure joy!
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Who was the sculptor? It’s delightful.
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Someone called Joanna Mallin-Davies, glad you like it π
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Seriously? :)) Does it have a name?
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I think it might be called The Muses
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Beautifully exuberant, in a perfect setting.
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They are having more fun than the rest of us put together π
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For some reason it reminds me of the Thomas Hardy poem, Ice on the Highway. Except they would be a little chilly without clothes and wouldn’t get far if they just danced around and around. Apart from that ….
Seven buxom women abreast, and arm in arm,
Trudge down the hill, tip-toed,
And breathing warm;
They must perforce trudge thus, to keep upright
On the glassy ice-bound road,
And they must get to market whether or no,
Provisions running low
With the nearing Saturday night,
While the lumbering van wherein they mostly ride
Can nowise go:
Yet loud their laughter as they stagger and slide!
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Love these ladies. Nice poem.
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Glad you like them too π
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