My Strange Mountain Journey

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Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge #52

My Strange Mountain Journey

A stroll deep within the imaginations of the mind on a stormy Sunday

It’s not often that l am able to get to this deep into My Mountain Gallery – a strange place in truth – filled with art and vibrancy and wordery too. If you are unfamiliar with it – it’s that place you can journey to deep within the inner frame of your mind when pen and paper and immediate brain alone are simply not enough … you know the place?

When your surface thoughts are just not feeling the prompting and you want to dip even deeper into your imaginations in order to create from somewhere surreal or perhaps even fantastical or mystical? Sometimes despite you flipping the coins of luck, the penny never flips to the side you wish for? It’s like luck hasn’t seen your hand?

So, l was sitting on my artists stool with my paperwork set up on the tripod trestle in the gallery listening to the background music of Diana Ross somewhat ironically singing about  ‘mountains …., l know like seriously?’ But l was listening to the words trying to write on art which is why l was here in the first place, but listening as you do and taking in all the vibrancy of this particular piece l was looking at.

Listen baby, ain’t no mountain high
Ain’t no valley low, ain’t no river wide enough baby
If you need me call me no matter where you are
No matter how far don’t worry baby
Just call my name I’ll be there in a hurry
You don’t have to worry

I mean what are the artists trying to explain to us with these three pieces – contemporary or something or maybe just alternative … the message of what? A fantasy drawing of a feline smelling a strange looking glowing flower, a still life with chair and greenery and an illustration of what else … mountain ranges!?

“What do l see?” is the first question surely that must be asked? I mean there are hundreds of words l could use to describe the piece – but what am l to actually create? Am l to work on a flash fiction piece is that the inspiration?

Trying to write a piece of poetry didn’t work, so l switched to rhyming poetry, that’s always easier ….

The Mountain Gallery

It was the three paintings that caught my eye,
That day as l walked through the mountain Gallery,
I’m not entirely sure what it was that l came to spy,
Upon, but quite probably the actual individuality!
Stands to reason doesn’t it, what else could it be?
…. Although maybe it was the background song that lyrically,
Challenged me?

Again, who knows?

Mm, that might and way well work, but as l look into these three pieces l find that l must ask myself a series of deeper questions and hold a darker conversation. Sometimes you find yourself drifting off into hallucination without even any joints to smoke, it just happens … for me when l am drifting in and out of cognitive thoughts l find l can stroll into this place unaided, no spliff no joint no drugs of any kind … it’s not like you are stoned out of your gourd or anything and your single cells haven’t lost anything!

I mean are we supposed to know?
Really, truly and madly deeply – are we?
The journey’s we undertake, forever and always on the go…
…aren’t we? Our minds active – frequently with alarming frequency!
Am l to guess that exchange of almost tribal devilry,
Is the norm?

Of course l think that when you are visiting your gallery,
Where upon there is so much vibrancy…
… to be seen and absorbed – that you have to undertake –
… a certain frame of mind perhaps?
Does art have to be seen simply through the eyes?
Can it not also be smelled and tasted and touched with your very essence…

Perhaps in order to understand the inner workings of art,
We must skip, even demolish anything that may hamper how we perceive…
To interpret … These thoughts of mine when l am surrounded by art, l find ..
… l must release and hide other emotions – are we to become guilt free?
Am l to ….  in order to see ..
… the fantasy feline release my shadow?
Maybe, perhaps and even honestly, it was a folly, to smoke that mystical joint? I mean here l am writing and thinking and creating and imagining the words of this poem, this piece of poetic prose about wordery and mountains! When does the reality and the fantasy and the surreality stop?

But isn’t that the beauty of good quality artistry? I mean you don’t need to be stoned to appreciate art or to practice creative thought or even just to imagine imaginations or imaginative thoughts do you? But it can take you deeper into the vaulted galleries of your own memory banks, you know?

Diana’s song is still in the background, on the surface – like a strange copy of something else from another time … like one of those foreigner films you watch whilst sitting on oversized cushions whilst toking from a quality holly hookah pipe from the sixties! Listening to some funny and groovy vibes because every thing when you are stoned is funny and groovy and more so when you are in your own mind scrabbling around looking for a coffee to sober yourself up, but the cream is just so willowy and you know that if you were in a shopping mall and down aisle 21 you could probably just swoop in on some decent custards creams! Which always make everything fine and dandy and everyone always approves of them … but not so much the other ones the chocolate ones. Which just collapse into your tea!!

I think l am just going to roll with this …

The Mountain Gallery

It was the three paintings that caught my eye,
That day as l walked through the mountain Gallery,
I’m not entirely sure what it was that l came to spy,
Upon, but quite probably the actual individuality!
Stands to reason doesn’t it, what else could it be?
…. Although maybe it was the background song that lyrically,
Challenged me?

A Guy Called Bloke Banner Well You Prompted Me JPEG

7 thoughts on “My Strange Mountain Journey

  1. I like the rollercoaster ride of your imagination. You’re right the frame of mind is important when we experience something.
    Thanks for including my prompt in this piece.

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