Image/ Black Dog/ Zelko Nedic
Thanks to Tess at MAGPIE TALES...
THE REAL BITCH
A black dog
in the company of dogs.
Hecate's gone for a stroll.
Triple goddess of my earth,
my moon,
my Hades.
Paint, she says,
leaving a list of do's
and don'ts,
starting with absence:
no color.
Consider:
shade of night,
storm clouds,
a wolf's lair,
closed eyes,
old wounds.
Stilettos click the return.
Anubis, her pet,
will tattle-tale all.
Maybe she'll like it.
And maybe she won't.
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Figure Eight/ Franz Kline/ 1952
FOR THIS WEEK'S Mag...a Pantoum..for Tess, at Magpie Tales.
CIRCLET
There's something about a crown of thorns
separated from the rose
all dread, no green days left
piercing all that's luminous.
Separated from the rose
there's nothing good about a crown of thorns
piercing all that's luminous
a clasp of barbs to pinch the skull.
There's nothing good about a crown of thorns
rests in the minds eye forever
a clasp of barbs to pinch the skull
once seen, never denied.
Rests in the mind's eye forever
all dread, no green days left
once seen, never denied
there's something about a crown of thorns.
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Yesterday's Dreams/ Jack Vettriano
THANK YOU, Tess, for this Magpie Tales.........
PANDORA'S MEDITATION
Let's live.
Let's try life again.
I wake up at the first slap,
squint at God's Tree,
it's Eden again.
Eternity absorbs me
between
drawing in a gulp of air
and puffing out.
Breath is all I have,
the only proof that I exist.
Everything else is embellishment.
Untie the box.
A broken China doll tumbles out,
her neck embroidered by tattoos.
Love you, love you baby.
My breath is all I have.
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Chilmark Hay/ 1951/ Thomas Hart Benton
THANK YOU, Tess, for Magpie Tales....
PITCHING HAY
Hay thrown to the wind,
gold spun into daylight.
The grateful heart gleams within,
glorious ray of paradise,
ever a better morning than this?
All movement in the hillock stops.
The eyes of a rodent
lock in catatonic dread.
See me, fasten on me,
sip a last breath.
Will his darting
be swifter than my whack?
Placing the act in beauty
helps me forget.
Pull back, pull back,
you will see
the birds-eye view of splendor.
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Ophelia/ Odilon Redon
THANK YOU, Tess, for Magpie Tales.
SINKING
Remain, lift me.
Keep me from sinking
into a gothic tragedy.
I lunge for your words,
like souls dive for spirit,
splitting time in half,
sinking and rising,
flirting with calamity.
I wait for the current
to flush my heart
clean of yearning.
Courage breaks
and damsels sink.
Not under yet.
Rescue me.
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