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"
Your work always makes me feel, even when I don't want to. That is what poetry should do.
ReplyDeleteThank you for telling me, Tessa, this means so much :)
DeleteVolumes here in these few lines, Rene.
ReplyDeleteI agree with Other Mary: there's a lot in these few - but exquisite and evocative - transcendent lines. Lovely words!
ReplyDeleteThis is a very intriguing poem......makes one wish for more, which is the sign of a good poem!!!!
ReplyDeleteSuch beauty in this brevity :-)
ReplyDeleteLovely! You make me believe in the story you tell.
ReplyDeleteReminds me of the Clannad song from "last of the mohicans "- i will find you ..
ReplyDeleteThis poem speaks such volumes in such few words! Its amazing :D
ReplyDeleteLots of love,
Sanaa
Yes...less is more..this piece is packed with intensity and leaves me with lots of questions - which is always good
ReplyDeleteyes- once again.
ReplyDeleteYour specialty ~~ spare, chock full of meaning. Beautiful write!
ReplyDeleteTime can make a difference in the people we know.
ReplyDeleteI love brevity and you're a master at it.
ReplyDelete"treasured things" - this was one of them.
ReplyDeleteI've missed these.
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