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mercury rising

she serves it
raw
not for the timid

she socks it to you
straight
you chase her

you fall
tripping
on the corner of her eye

her fair game
caught up in 
a midnight dragnet

no stories, no way out
no names
just safe words

Rene ~ January 2012
For Magpie Tales

~

Miss Wasabi don't hold hands!
you want that?
go to noodle house.



From Boris Hoppek's Tokyo exhibit "Ever"

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  1. Tess KincaidJanuary 22, 2012 at 9:55 PM

    Oh yeah...you socked it to me...

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  2. HelenJanuary 22, 2012 at 9:59 PM

    I'll have some of what she's serving, thank you! Uh huh.

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    1. UnknownJanuary 23, 2012 at 10:19 PM

      Walk on the wild side of the noodle house , then

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  3. Brian MillerJanuary 22, 2012 at 11:24 PM

    snort...the second little bit there about made me spit out my coffee...

    smiles.

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  4. KayJanuary 23, 2012 at 2:59 PM

    brilliant magpie!!..the last bit made me laugh out loud!!

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  5. Doctor FTSEJanuary 23, 2012 at 4:04 PM

    I liked the sound of this.

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  6. TrellissimoJanuary 23, 2012 at 5:33 PM

    you're fair game
    in her midnight dragnet

    Help! Save me! LOL

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  7. Linda Bob Grifins Korbetis HallJanuary 23, 2012 at 10:08 PM

    false words?
    wow.

    lovely entry.

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  8. Tumblewords:January 24, 2012 at 1:10 AM

    Brilliant...

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  9. HelenaJanuary 24, 2012 at 5:11 PM

    I enjoyed this.....I like it when a woman 'socks' it at some point of the piece...lol.....!

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  10. Kat MortensenJanuary 24, 2012 at 5:13 PM

    Nice. I love the "midnight dragnet".

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  11. hedgewitchJanuary 25, 2012 at 11:37 AM

    Hate the picture--enjoyed the poem. esp the noodle house crack.

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    1. UnknownJanuary 25, 2012 at 4:56 PM

      This picture prompt was not my favourite either, to be honest. But I liked the challenge.

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  12. Robert Gibson: PWES EditorJanuary 25, 2012 at 2:59 PM

    LOL awesome words ... last part made me smile :)

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  13. hyperCRYPTICalJanuary 25, 2012 at 8:38 PM

    Brilliant stuff - I was totally lost with this prompt.

    Anna :o]

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  14. UnknownJanuary 25, 2012 at 8:49 PM

    You weren't alone Anna. This was a tough prompt.

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  15. PearlJanuary 26, 2012 at 9:01 AM

    OMG, I laughed aloud at the haiku!!

    (And the poem? Reminds me of that wait for spring to appear...)

    Pearl

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  16. UnknownJanuary 26, 2012 at 9:32 AM

    Aw thanks Pearl. And I, like you, am waiting not so patiently for spring to arrive.

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  17. Jotter GirlJanuary 29, 2012 at 8:27 AM

    This was great Rene. I love a little haiku humor.

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