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"
In the current political situation, the idea of great empires rising underneath floorboards (as we are obliviously painting the sky?) scares me a bit. Evocative.
ReplyDeleteMe too, Mary
DeleteGreat write - well done
ReplyDeleteThanks, Jae Rose
DeleteI could read your lines all in one sentence and the message it conveys is just pure ecstasy. thanks and happy Sunday!
ReplyDeleteHappy Sunday to you, too JT!
DeleteAnd thank you
It happens when we look the other way... alas
ReplyDeleteThat is the truth!
DeleteSo well articulated and scary Rene as our country looks away...
ReplyDeleteScary indeed, Donna! What next?!
DeleteAh, yes, I've always heard it is not good to have one's head in the clouds!
ReplyDeleteSometimes it's ok, but you have to know when to come down
DeleteChallenging times.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful, Rene, and so lovely to see you at Poets United.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Sherry. It's good to be welcomed back after a break.
ReplyDeleteDifficult times.
ReplyDeleteThey most certainly are.
DeleteEmpires rise when when there is weakness in others, there is one prominent nation must really take care.
ReplyDeleteThat is the truth
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