MAGPIE...Prompt #133

                                        SUMMER NIGHT/ 1913/ Albert Bloch


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BLUE MOON

Come closer, this
is the place of chance,
where once in a blue moon,
you can stumble past betrayal,
and call out a spell,

"belew, belew",
ancient chant,
duplicity, be gone.

Clouds of indgo ash,
a sky dimmed by stain.

Stay by my side, gaze,
see light tossed anew,
hope for the sun to rise
in seventh heaven.


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MAGPIE...Prompt #132

                                                  BIG ROOM/ 1948/ Andrew Wyeth



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SHADOWLESS

The rooms are draped
in the end game.
We are all dressed
and departing
for an untouched milieu.

A specter gazes
from a crack in the wall,
straddles its world,
with one ectoblastic foot
in dreamland,
the other set to frolic here.

A shadowless being
impatiently looks out
for the next wake-up call,
knowing that only
substance casts a shadow.

Just killing time,
reposing on the stuffed owl,
fluffing feathers,

waiting for the open door,
again to worm its way
into life's commotion.


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MAGPIE...Prompt #131

                               Under Windsor Bridge/ 1912/ Adolphe Valette



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WINDSOR TOWN BRIDGE/ JACK

He rests against an arch of the town bridge.
Each night getting behind the wind,
waiting to pick out an approaching shape.
The rough granite
scrapes a stain across his back.

He prepares to shift
into his dream of flight.
A huge raven tonight,
more astonishing than a phantom,
cymbals suddenly hum some one's ruin.

An intention carries him
into each shadowy night,
thunder imprints a fresh cry.

Did she hear him
when he breathed
and stopped?
Last night, when sleep sealed lids
shut at midnight,
she leaned against the rain
sloping into her face.
Why didn't she run away?


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MAGPIE...Prompt #130

                                          Image/ Francesca Woodman


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RENOUNCE

I cannot rip your womb
any more, Mother.
Another tear,
and all innocence
is lost forever.

Waiting in the deepening tide,
the ocean deceives me
with its melody,
as if life is an opera.

Venus chants her seduction,
knows the words
to thrust me on.

Can't I float back,
avoid gratitude to the giver,
renounce the life,
take away all praise?

But you're waiting
to show off the gift,
to see a new blaze
and how I burn.


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MAGPIE...Prompt #129

                                        A Dinner Table At Night/ 1884/ John Singer Sargent

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MR.SARGENT COMES TO DINNER

My poor heart,

rising and falling

like a sparrow in my breast,

how long it's been

since my beauty was deified,

Mr. Sargent.

The souvenir of my profile

suited the world,

buttressed what I was starved for.

You sanctified me,

a forever nameless Madame X,

an icon,

and now my beauty crumbles

quicker than my weeping.

I was the fire in intimacy

before it dies.

The painting is me forever,

I'm grateful,

and here am I

selling myself to you, Mr Sargent,

willing to pay this time.

Paint me as I am now,

stirring coffee after dinner,

two lumps or one?

                                                               Sargent/ Madame X


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MAGPIE...Prompt #128

                                                        Image/ Black Dog/ Zelko Nedic


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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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MAGPIE...Prompt #127

                                                 Figure Eight/ Franz Kline/ 1952


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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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MAGPIE...Prompt #126

                                              Yesterday's Dreams/ Jack Vettriano


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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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MAGPIE...Prompt #125

                                        Chilmark Hay/ 1951/ Thomas Hart Benton



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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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MAGPIE...Prompt #124

                             
                                                                     Ophelia/ Odilon Redon


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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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