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"
Beautiful words combined with an amazing painting!
ReplyDeleteahhhh this is so perfectly written-
ReplyDeleteAh yes, I struggled so with the stones, so poetry like indeed, as was that large light so brightly screaming.... but I went without them all, but this short and sweet stones throw, works wonders! Great magpie.
ReplyDeleteWOW! So few words, such impact! Loved it.
ReplyDeleteYes! Your words pair perfectly with the image...but I do believe they stand excellently on their own as well.
ReplyDeleteAnd every stone makes ripples which spread in widening circles... :-)
ReplyDeleteWhen the stone came to rest it was a mountain which eventually became a continent ...cheers mate
ReplyDeleteWonderful...
ReplyDeleteBeautifully written ...'skimming mortal puddles' ..I like that.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful!
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