Monday, January 27, 2014

MAGPIE...Prompt #204


                                  THE MILL, 1964/ Andrew Wyeth


THANK YOU, Tess at Magpie Tales



WINTER'S REVENGE

What stayed when you left?
Winter's revenge,
Loki's sting, an imp
doing handstands
on a frozen heart.

I'm tricked out
in saint's day regalia,
spinning snow angels
in the courtyard.

I find an improbable note
in a dead sparrow's mouth,

that spring,
beyond doubt,
lies beneath drab endings.

Pandora's box
sits on my hip,
emptied and icy,
lid up, without content.

I'm dreaming 
that a bit of sin
is hiding in the corner,
stirring up a pinch of heat
for your return.


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Monday, January 20, 2014

MAGPIE...Prompt #203


                                       MUSICIAN in the RAIN/ Robert Doisneau


THANK YOU, Tess...for Magpie Tales


NOTES

Easy to find blue notes today,
when the sky spreads
an electric ambiguity,
and chiaroscuro
sketches the clouds.

No shelter
can shield me
from a pounding
ancient god
singing bass.

The air hums
a Broadway melody,
tells the reason why
heaven chose us
to keep the beat,
to fancy a dance
in the storm.

I put my tongue out,
catch a drop,
drink the answer,
the music of rain,
the rain of music.


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Monday, January 13, 2014

MAGPIE...Prompt #202


                                                     LA JUMENT/ photo/ Jean Guichard


THANK YOU, Tess...for Magpie Tales....


FRENZY

Right into the roiling pot,
into the mouth of the whirlpool,
pasta will meet its destiny.

The water parts
like a biblical sea.

A salty reception
whips onto a frenzy,

as strands of lean beauties,
straight as straw,

fold into a fated
al dente perfection.


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Monday, January 6, 2014

MAGPIE...Prompt #201

             
                                                NEW YORK at NIGHT/ Vivienne Gucwa



THANK YOU, Tess..at Magpie Tales


FIREFLY

In a silver drizzle
we seem the same.
Some mistake me 
for a Mayfly.
Here today, cliche' tomorrow.

Well, no,
my wings are not yet
curled in prayer,
in a plea
for one more dawn,
half my life in supplication,
the rest in fancy.

I'm a Firefly, after all,
invisible at sunrise,
but a delight
in the nightfall garden.

I'm here in the dew,
there in the rose,
and suddenly
setting fire 
to that distant heart.

Caught in a jar,
set out on the grass,
I will light the way,

become part of the parade
to a galaxy unknown.


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