by Oonah V Joslin
A plastic Viking Helmet painted grey; upturned, with winter pansies tumbling from the brim is an unusual garden ornament. But Doris couldn’t bring herself to throw it away and it was a perfect piece of recycling. The long sword became a rose stake.
The fearful horns of myth were holed for drainage. That pansies could be happy in such a home was only a little irony. Vikings were a colourful folk; almost as colourful as her son Manfred.
He too had gone to sea and sagas of his deeds in port abounded. Doris refused to believe the things she heard.
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Oonah V Joslin is Editor at http://www.everydaypoets.com
The Pygmy Giant 
#1 by John Ritchie on September 10, 2011 - 10:05 am
Nice one! A perfect vingette.
Well done, Surface
John
#2 by jennifer walmsley on September 10, 2011 - 1:07 pm
Lovely flash. Really enjoyed.
#3 by Gerry on September 11, 2011 - 7:54 am
Very nice indeed. Well done.