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"
This is majestic in its simplicity!
ReplyDeleteLovely Rene, as CC says majestic.
ReplyDeleteYou achieved a paean of praise in few words...
ReplyDeleteThat heart seems vulnerable by the person's acquiescence . . . .
ReplyDeleteBeautiful writing and such a powerful conveyance of the situation.
Thank you
This is very beautiful.
ReplyDeleteOh yes she was, the beautiful one!
ReplyDeleteSimply powerful.
ReplyDeletelovely in it's simplicity!
ReplyDeleteLovely sense of anticipation here!
ReplyDeleteWonderful!
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Kudos.
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