Monday, June 10, 2013

MAGPIE...Prompt #172


                                                      Charleston Farmhouse Door


THANK YOU, Tess...at Magpie Tales....


WHO'S THERE?

Are you the lover
who's bluster
whispered
a plea
at my door,
tapped a code
at the transom?
The wind says,
let me in.

Fingers twitch
at the latch.
Rust flakes
into tiny daggers.

Your hands,
cup a caress
in search of the heat
of Hades.
Hephaestus says,
let me in.

You whistle
a melody
that flows
beneath the door.
Once again
you chant a promise.
Let me in.


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34 comments:

  1. They can only ever cross the threshold if invited !

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  2. Hi Kutamun-
    That's the problem, whom to let in? Thanks....

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  3. ... not to worry, it's only the wind. I enjoyed this, Lyn.

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  4. Hi Helen-
    Thanks so much...glad you did...

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  5. Hi Strummed Words-
    Welcome, and thanks..

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  6. Hi Blue Sky Dreaming-
    If something happens..I'll blame you!! ha ha...thanks..

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  7. Gorgeous, Lyn. I especially like that last stanza.

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  8. Can you say no to an entreaty like that? I too really like the last stanza.

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  9. I'd say you need to exercise caution; don't be too hasty in letting them in! There's a note of uncertainty and something rather threatening running through this well-crafted poem.

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  10. More often a plea may just work on unsuspecting victims. It's sad when a trusting soul gets hoodwinked. Just isn't fair! Nicely Lyn!

    Hank

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  11. Hi Laurie-
    Thanks so much..really appreciate your words...

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  12. Hi Other Mary-
    She's trying....has tried before!
    Thank you!

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  13. Hi Little Nell-
    Guarding against the wolf at the door...will she? Won't she? Thank you!

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  14. Hi kaykuala-
    We live and learn..Thank you, Hank!

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  15. Great thanks! many is the cool currant under those doors!

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  16. Hi izzy-
    Yes, you never know what enters under the door..thanks!

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  17. Hi Jinksy-
    Thanks Jinksy...love that name!!

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  18. Once again
    you chant a promise.
    Let me in.

    Loved it. Very nicely done.

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  19. Could it be a big bad wolf? Oh no....! Such a fine mystery this is.

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  20. Lovely, lovely words.
    Last stanza made me all, well, excited! Please let me in!
    Anna :o]

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  21. Hi Sienna-
    Thanks so much for the lovely comment!

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  22. Hi Karen S.-
    That's just what I had in mind! You solved it!! Thanks...

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  23. Hi hyperCRYPTICal-
    You said the secret word..Enter!Thank you...

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  24. "Rust flakes
    into tiny daggers."
    Ooh, nice!

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  25. Hi ~T~
    So glad to receive your kind words! Thanks...

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  26. It took me along with it, this poem! Wouldn't mind being invited inside with more pieces like this one, Lyn!

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  27. Hi Karla-
    So happy with your comment..thank you!!

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  28. Hi Helena-
    Knock three times and Enter!! Maybe I'll just have a party!!!Thank you...

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  29. I could see the fingers twitching...the rust...

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  30. Hi Tess-
    Glad to let you in!! Thanks..

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