MAGPIE/ Prompt #51

                                                        photo/ willow/ Magpie Tales


TIME'S SOLUTION

That's all that remains,
a road to nowhere,
scarred and burned,
bricks scuffed by time's solution.

A wall, chipped like chalk,
edges flaked,
inform the place
where windows let the sun
shine into the cubiculum.

A door that's gone,
lacking an interior,
summons up frescoes
of playful nymphs,
now departed in history's hand.

Alabaster dust floating
in the minds of Gods,
surrounds the Villa at Boscoreale.

This ash, some glitter,
what went on here?
Ants and weeds will again build a town
between the blocks
come springtime.
Lean down a bit,
you can see the life.

There stands a ghost peering out,
framed by the dado
that Vetruvius said
would last forever.

Tracing along a wall,
now dust in the memory of time,
a mother's face
still smiling, calling,
come back in.


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Can't believe that we've gone through 51 Magpie Prompts..how great is that??  Thank you, Tess!


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Halloween...

TWO GHOSTS
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LADIES IN WAITING
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She sits in a straight backed chair,
slouching like Whistler's Mother.
Head to toe in black, she looks out
of the night window.
I wonder if she's the nurse.
In the ward there are no other children.
I call out, "Can you bring me some water"?
She turns to me and
I can't find her face.
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She sits on the edge of my bed.
Her etched face is older
than I will ever be.
Unwinding the ashen strands
of pinned back hair,
she lets it float around her shoulders,
then smiles her white grin
as if she were a doll.
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from: TWO GHOSTS/poems


Don't be afraid, smile, it's all an illusion.....
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