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"
got caught in the spin cycle of your words.
ReplyDeletewell done.
me too! A great poem that really moves. ;)
Deletewell done= love the last line!
ReplyDeleteI think a girl like that is yearn that weave the fabrics of joy...
ReplyDeleteDamn, this is awesome!!! Every word just drips like melted warm sugar-honey drizzling down the wrists to the inner elbows. Seriously. So sexy and yummy and just absolutely fantastic poetry.
ReplyDeletePERFECT word-magic to go with that picture.
ReplyDeleteYes, I liked it very much!
ReplyDeleteI agree...perfect words to go with that picture. I felt myself getting dizzy as I spun too back to my childhood. Days of wild spinning.
ReplyDeleteLove love LOVE "giggle storm chaser," especially.
ReplyDeleteI like 'everybody in a spool.' I can picture that!
ReplyDeleteGorgeous :D
ReplyDeleteThis poem spun me down the page most effectively. Nice to see you, Rene.
ReplyDeleteSuch a whirling, twirling pretty child she is! nice poem.
ReplyDeletethis spun with youthful innocence
ReplyDeletegracias
Jelly roll and spool...yum.
ReplyDeleteGold star good!
ReplyDeleteExcellent!
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This makes me want to cheer--what a great energy to encounter on an afternoon!
ReplyDeleteThis felt like a dizzy, twirling sweet treat!
ReplyDeleteIts fun to get caught up in the fun of young girls. Silly, yes...but somehow noble
ReplyDeleteYou actually described the image to a T. Spot on! She did "spun herself plump dizzy."
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