My first reaction is to find the entrance and exit. I see none, which means the mouse is still inside. I don’t see him either. All I see are one dimensional boxes. The dots, an illusion of movement, makes me a bit dizzy.
Oh, I’m looking from the outside. Yes, a total perspective shift. You know, like “Where’s Waldo?” I never could find him amid the camouflage. It was frustrating more than fun.
If I can’t see from eye to screen, how can I see horizontal? Often the further away you are from something, the clearer the view. How does it all make me feel? Trapped. I’ve never seen a Broadway play. Your description is my only reality. I am glad someone is above me.
Amazed by mazes
I trip over specks of dust
Eagles catch their prey
dversepoets.com “Piet Mondrian’s ‘Broadway Boogie Woogie’, A challenge from Kim…”For this challenge, I ask you to study the image carefully and write about what or how it makes you feel. Does it remind you of Broadway in New York, or another Broadway in a different town or city? Or does it make you think of something else?”
Something else!
mehflowers 
A wonderful take on the prompt Mary. Claustrophobia… for us just another day in the jungle for them. Sort of like Hotel California that the Eagles sang about! Seems most of the things we get tripped up over are really only specks of dust in the bigger picture! Well done.
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Yes, it could be a maze as well as a map or grid or tartan. Trapped and dizzy, indeed; nice haiku.
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We reacted in similar fashion to this image. Good to know I ‘m not alone
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I like the title, Mary, which fits your ekphrastic response perfectly. I also like how you build up the feeling of confusion, like a panic attack, which got my heart thumping, I’ve a fair number of those. I love the disorientated and disorientating shift from inside to outside, the play on words in the haiku: ‘Amazed by mazes’.
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Sometimes we may feel like a mouse in a maze…I, too, am glad Someone is above me.
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Mary, I saw this as a confining place as well. Good description of being trapped, waiting to be nabbed.
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I do feel trapped as well in the painting.
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I can see how you might get trapped inside this maze… maybe like I would also get lost in a big city I’ve never seen before.
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Really enjoyed your take on the painting! Most especially the haiku….tripped up by a speck of dust :). Life can indeed be a maze!
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PS: and maybe it’s the rat race of that once busy/crazy life we had before Covid?
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You really created a claustrophobic feeling with your words. (K)
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