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"
this is the story of a girl who lived in the basement of the girl next door sheltered in the confines of a suburban tract house dungeon; her punishment for runnin' wild with dreams half unlatched she ran like a spirit in the night from those badlands wind blowin' through her hair shielding her eyes from the blinding light she hugged onto a shoreline of hope someday soon, she's not sure when her savior will rise up from the streets with an armload of rain soaked roses and second chances Rene ~ 2010 Click Here to join Magpie Tales creative writing group .
I can see those legs, like paper cranes, thrown through glass. (ouch!) Love the toothsome tribal timpani! So nice to see you, Rene.
ReplyDeleteAh a noisy head is the worst - well written poem
ReplyDeleteThis poem describes perfectly how I feel on some of those stormy days...love the imagery!
ReplyDeleteI love the "toothsome tribal tympany" ! Beautifully descriptive.
ReplyDeleteI think Donna gave the perfect comment...those stormy days are full of imagery, not all of it pleasant. I like 'toothsome tribal timpani.'
ReplyDeleteThat safe feeling of being inside being shattered as the storm breaks the window for you to join in the fun. A great poem.
ReplyDeleteThe tympani of flickers. A perfect description!
ReplyDeleteDeliciously descrptive.
ReplyDeleteLove the descriptive quality of your poem! Absolutely stupendous!
ReplyDeleteGreat imagery in this piece. You nailed that 'tug ... of a perfect storm' brilliantly. Awesome writing!
ReplyDeleteVivid! And I esecially like the throwaway last line.
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