she's still not over the fact that she is under the ground she speaks in rattly, clattery hissing voices whenever they come around "I'll reach right up and turn your ankles you unforgivable gits, for burying me, prematurely, over a spell of the coughing fits" so angry with her new residence and bored a deeper shade of blue she's knocked over her marble marker and broken it clean in two. Boo! ~ Rene 2010 To join Magpie Tales click HERE For another take on this magpie please check out "The Song Of The Stone Healer"

Looks like her vanity got her nowhere!
ReplyDeleteElegantly beautiful in its simplicity. Thank you!
ReplyDeleteThat could be deadly!
ReplyDeleteAh vanity.. it can be deadly sometimes..! Loved this poem :D
ReplyDeletexoxo
Short and lovely. :-)
ReplyDeleteSomehow vanity is a lot about what's passed.
ReplyDeletePithy and to the point, LOL.
ReplyDeleteThis made me laugh...like we were sharing an inside joke. Thanks
ReplyDeleteFinely refined ;)
ReplyDeleteexcellent!
ReplyDeleteSweet. Rainbows and prisms deserve their vanity!
ReplyDeletePerfect!
ReplyDeletegood be a good thing but most of the times bad
ReplyDeleteHa! I guess that is the epitome of vanity.
ReplyDeleteSometimes the sun shine, sometimes it rains.
ReplyDeleteLike a female Ren-Boy , she has fallen into the vanity .....wow
ReplyDeletevanity id the devil's favourite sin !
ReplyDeleteA very historic perspective that many people take.
ReplyDeleteClever acronym.
ReplyDelete...and keep swimming!
ReplyDeleteI see what you did there acrostically! Clever.
ReplyDeleteExcellent.
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