Sunday, September 25, 2011

MAGPIE/ Prompt #84

                                                         photo/ Mag 84

ENTICING....that's Magpie Tales for this week...thanks, Tess...


Here hovers the Rain God
pinning his will
like a bespoke garment,
to my silhouette.

Hallowed mist
slicks my skin,
my spirit goes bang
on the downbeat.

I want to surprise
with wisdom and grace,but

Brother Raven and I,
the usual act,
take wing for sightseers.

Why does the fated
weary me so?

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Monday, September 19, 2011

MAGPIE/ Prompt #83

THE SNAKE CHARMER/  Henri Rousseau. 1907

WHAT A CHARMING Painting...Magpie/ Prompt #83, thanks for the inspiration, Tess!


No shadow under you,
no mirror image of your outline,
red eyes Morse code a warning
that seems an enticement,
an enticement that seems a warning.

Prickles on my neck
as you slither by
to the purr of the clarion.

Belly scraping rock bottom,
barnacles, scum,
a piquant soup.

The sinister hand stirs, beckons,
a whisper hisses in passing...
"She's to blame,
herewith in mud forever"...

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Monday, September 12, 2011

MAGPIE/ Prompt #82

                                                Andrew Wyeth/ The Revenant

Thank you,Tess, for Magpie/ Prompt #82 , the Revenant of 9/11 is forever with us.


A room
not yet found by the living,
Is that you, essence of my love? 

What are years to the vanished?
I know what they are to the waiting.

Where are you?
Gather yourself in my memory,
open a door,
pull me in,
so we can relive existence
before the azure sky shattered.

Return with your lost face.
Are you looking for me?

Your dust still tells stories
on a shelf
where books and angels
cleave to each other.

Not all of you, today,
Let your hand return
for a touch,
let your face brush mine
with a kiss.

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Monday, September 5, 2011

MAGPIE/ Prompt #81

                                                       Photo/ Tess Kincaid

SO HAPPY TO BE ABLE TO REJOIN Magpie/ Prompt #81  Hope to stay a while...thank you Tess, for the inspiration!


To what purpose
are the crushed left to be observed,
for whom is this lesson?

I prefer that all archaic,
useless geometry,
be blown away.

Why stop to examine the broken,
as if we can see the heart
in each stone?

Sooner to dust
rather than later,

a flow of breath can free me
from watching decay
go on.

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