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"
Oh I love those closing lines...perfect!
ReplyDeleteThe last stanza makes this for me as well. Good take on the image!
ReplyDeleteThis so much said in so few words.
ReplyDeleteSo beautiful and concise!
ReplyDeletenice !
ReplyDeleteLines in a nice rhythm.. Like it! :)
ReplyDeleteSo well done.
ReplyDeleteAnna :o]
Nice! Good to see you Rene...
ReplyDeletePostcard in the mother tongue...love the playfulness of that line!
ReplyDeleteBravo!
ReplyDeleteFavorite magpie this week!
~p
succinct and sexy!
ReplyDelete