MAGPIE/ Prompt #58

     
                                              photo/ tess kincaid/ magpie tales


THE LEAST

Shield me, it's the least you can do.
I've carried your weapons the distance.
You gesture like the Queen,
are you mocking me?

You called me your wild Rosemary
when I was your soothing salve.
I tended to your wounds,
old yellow bruises,
and bites by hounds.

You learned that heroes
are not always done in
by a daring sword.
You always healed.

All I'm asking for
is a touch of St. Ignatius' balm,
to lift my spirits,
a simple comfort, a touch,
so I can stop
being weary of pain,

of the chrysalis within,
and see a butterfly
finally released.


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This is what I posted last year on March 22:

Happy Birthday to:

Reese Witherspoon
William Shatner
Stephen Sondheim
Andrew Lloyd Webber
Mathew Modine
Lena Olin
and:
Me!!
Still the same!!

Dream On...

ILLUSIONS

X

Water isn't a peril

unless you're drowning in it.

You imagined you could start

your own way of breathing

while riding the waves.

x

Now you want me to save you.

I can say yes,

I can.

x

I know how to put my mouth to wounds

to kiss the damage away.

I myself write notes to saints

x

but every bleeding gash I show

proves less worthy

than the stigmata.

x

Alright, I'll save you.

First time for me too.

x

Step one,

stop nailing smoke to the wall,

then

send flowers to your memories,

and bury them

as if they were a dead princess.

x

x

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