Sunday, April 22, 2012
MAGPIE...Prompt #114
Image/ Alex Stoddard
ACTING OUT
It didn't make any difference to me what the image would be. I knew that I was going to write this anyway. I had my own prompt to deal with. Fate and synchronicity dance along their own paths, and wasn't I the foolish one to forget about the doppelganger who tiptoes through my life.
A concussion is an odd circumstance. It doesn't necessarily show up on a Cat Scan. Because I couldn't really be trusted to remember details, I was handed a sheet of pink paper when I was dismissed from the hospital, that listed symptoms that would ring a bell if I had a concussion.
Ding-a-ling...nausea, blurring of vision, vertigo, forgetfulness, pain in head,(as opposed to just plain headache). And so sleepy...Bingo!
Okay...let's go back a bit. I fell out of bed and got a severe injury. Well, not exactly fell, this sleepwalker must have been running from something monstrous, or perhaps running to open a door to...what?
The physical world disowned my somnambulistic mind. The physical world bruised both knees, my right elbow, my forehead, and slammed my right temple and cheekbone, (still nips a bit when I chomp down).
It was a terrible pain, and Milo, the cat, joined me in crying. I had the presence of mind to gather my stuff, call for an ambulance and get admitted to the hospital at 1:00 AM.
Cat scan and pink slip allowed me to go home at 6:00 AM. Five days later I went back to emergency when the world was still tipping at a weird angle. Another Cat Scan, and my descriptive powers proved that I had a concussion. They emphasized that I not do anything strenuous. Cancelled my high wire act. Doing things like molasses now. Plan to be my old self again. Will I never learn?
And now Tess presents this picture for Magpie Tales. Just the state I've been living in for the last 2 weeks. Why am I surprised by this coincidence?
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Sunday, April 8, 2012
MAGPIE...Prompt #112
Egg Island/ by djajakarta
THANKS, TESS, for Magpie Tales......
BREAK a L'EGG
Once I was a hatchling,
dreaming to be
a tuffetted
Miss Muffet,
with golden curls
dripping down my bosom,
like Rose Red's blood,
so now again
comes
an opening for enchantment.
All fall down,
Jack tumbles
and I come after,
running from the sweep
of a goosey Mother,
striving to move up
to fairy tale importance.
A brocaded prince
did bite my drowsy lips,
frozen in dew a hundred years.
Dwarfs and elves
had closet desires
and lived
on Mother's gatherings.
What good is magic
if it doesn't go
beyond mortal dreams?
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Sunday, April 1, 2012
MAGPIE...Prompt #111
Image/ ParkeHarrison
BACK FROM around the world in 8 days...glad to slide into MAGPIE TALES once again!
TURNAROUND
I will pull my feathers closer,
as if not yet born.
Enough of seeing and thinking,
hard edges and snake bites
and every sound a thud.
No tunnels of illumination
that lead me to heaven.
My tongue hovers for a moment,
hoping to impress with my lexicon.
Only breath leaves,
then takes wing to a dark nether.
No clemency,
so I choose turnaround.
Perfect primal architecture,
seal me back in,
nestle me on a cutting edge.
Over easy.
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