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"

My dear Rene ... you go right ahead and rant as much as you like. As long as the ranting produces this kind of great poetry.
ReplyDeletehey whatever it takes eh? lifes not always what we want...i am glad your comment box is open again..smiles...no dead language here...what was that old(er) song...shout, shout, let it all out...
ReplyDeleteFruity Wheels: what a wonderful visual for this piece.
ReplyDeleteYour thoughts aren't outdated, Rene. They're nebulous.
Pearl