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"
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ReplyDeleteWe find sanctuary within each other. We know this as children but through careful teaching we forget.
DeleteMe, too, kiddo. Right now, backyards are the best place to find it. Smiles. So nice to see you at Poets United!
ReplyDeleteThank you! I promised myself I would make time to write. So far so good. For now.
Deletecompassion and backyards, yep, I like that especially as they can be a place to escape to. I guess our poetry blogs are a little like back yards. I did enjoy your poem, Rene and, oh, yes I also enjoyed reading on your blog too, quite humourous in places.
ReplyDeleteI'm glad you're enjoying my writing, Julian. It's all over the place stylewise
DeleteOh yes, Rene! Oh yes!
ReplyDeleteI love the vision of compassion as sanctuary.
ReplyDeleteHow safe that word "Backyard" is and it brings back such happy memories of my childhood.
ReplyDeleteVery powerful "cut through backyards" great take on the prompt
ReplyDeleteMe, too. This poem surprises me by doing exactly what it says!
ReplyDelete"and / happen whatever the weather"...This definitely leads to peace. Beautiful.
ReplyDeleteWhat a wonderful burst
ReplyDeleteI like Julian's thought that our backyards are little sanctuaries. Your words are brief and succinct!
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