Wandering...

THIS week's Poetry Potluck ...Based on Moods, Feelings, Emotions..plenty there to go around...count me in!  How about you?  So much talent...Please check the site to join in!

WALK WITH ME

Dust falls from
The Book of Demons.
Dead flies shift in the silt.

I remove the tome from a shelf,

delve into lists
of devils I have known,

from A to Z.

When darkness rises,

who will come with me?

Lesser angels

or minor demons,

each owning

half of the other?

Walk with me....

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MAGPIE/ Prompt #40

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THREAD OF PEARLS

I dreamed of Anjana,
cooing to the Monkey God,
cradling little Hanuman,
who was hungry for the world.

She fed him a mango,
with the face of a demon.
Anxious he was
to devour all sin.

He flew out
from the Ram
ay
ana,
to hand me some pearls,
a dancing monkey avatar
to conquer all my fears.

I tore the thread
that held the pearls,
that looked to be
his teeth.

They spilled
and rolled like storm clouds
over my trembling knees.

It seemed a jinx
to let them sink
into a crevice,
and find a passage
meant for imps,

when all I want is eternity
to place in a golden ring.


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Willow, Willow, you've done it again..a not so easy Magpie Prompt..but thanks once more!!

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A TREAT....

WHERE DID THE WEEK GO?  I meant to post this much sooner, but time will not diminish the impact of the events! 

If you have been in touch with the excellent blog of ARTIT , you probably are familiar with her exceptional art work, and read about Jeane's visit to New York.  I had the great good fortune to have met her last year, and it was a natural for us to catch up this year.  So last Wednesday we met at the Met!  An easy choice for me, having played in the nooks and crannies of the Egyptian hall since I was about 10 years old.  So off we went, through many dynasties, and the great installation of the Temple Of Dendur. 

Then a very long pause for lunch and more talk than one would think possible.  What a companion.  Please invite Jeane to accompany you anywhere.  You won't regret it.  And when in NY, bear in mind that I can point out the zillion dollar acquisitions that hang at the Met.  Rembrandts Galore!

A walk in Central Park on this sunny, stellar day, allowed me to point out the site of a notorious murder.  (Sorry, I do that sort of thing).  You don't get this info from the Park Rangers.  We had to sit down on a bench, one I intended to claim on NYMarathon day, far removed, to regain our composure.  Yes, I'm a barrel of laughs and arcane information.  Been here too long.  But I can do the A List tour.

And so the moment of air-kissing arrived, and Jeane took her leave to pursue other encounters.  We all are working on getting her to come back soon.  Very soon.

Ciao, Jeane!!


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Superman!!

SUPERMAN

What Wright had in mind

for the Guggenheim was a

Spiral stuffed with art.

                 It's a building, it's a landmark, it's super monument!!  Come on in!  Potluck Poetry...  Share, it's a good thing!!

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MAGPIE/ Prompt #39

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BLIND DATE

My cousin, Belle d'Amour, (I'm making up part of her name.  Based on my early tendency for sarcasm), is the family matchmaker.  The lines around her eyes etch her progression to seniority.  She hasn't tamed the years too gracefully.  The bluish skin beneath her sunken cheeks, her alleged Katherine Hepburn look, crinkles when she squints or smiles.  A legend in her own mind.

Shiny pools of olive oil sit in the folds of her chicken skin, a waste of a major ingredient that would be put to better use in a salad.  But the unguent, meant to smooth her profile, can't fool a callow youth such as I.

Her brows flow into pompous arcs when she looks at me.  Appraisal, heaped with disdain, is my due, since the time when I was a babe running barefoot.  Who would ever want me?  My peccadillo?  I am known as the skinny merink in my family.  Therefore the one who doesn't stand a chance for wedded bliss.  Hopeless case.  Not as much as a soupcon of zoftig delight for hands groping for enchantment.

But it's the action of her chin turning into wattles, subject to the motion of every stomp and swish, that hypnotizes me, till her jowls come to rest on her collar, imprudently modeled after an Elizabethan bib.

Once again this Faberge' pullet has been summoned to find a husband for me.  For some arcane reason, Belle d'Amour remains the touchstone for connubial resolution.  We honor tradition.

One has only to look as far as my cousin Fern, inelegantly named after a potted plant, now morphing into an effusive weed, to see that there is indeed a mate for one and all...except if your taste doesn't run to gargoyles.

But I'm the lost cause, stuck in my family's fever dream of Romanov grandeur, waiting for my blind date to take me or leave me.  Now I'm in suspense, waiting impatiently for some photos of my prospect to be delivered.  Someday my prints will come...


Thanks again to Willow for the opportunity to try out this Prompt..fun and games as always..and please check all the rest!!


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All Souls...

PEOPLE OF THE BLOOD

Like all souls
we search for the essence.

We shop for blood.

Each morning
my eyelids are brushed clean
of purple crust.
Quivering fingertips cool my brow,
pleading for gossip of the night.

I have eaten, yes,
but not to the full.
There is scarcity on the land.

My skin, slightly torn, is stitched.
Black lashes filter out the dawn.

The sun rises.
Fallen angels flutter,
begging for
the riddle of our blood.

It's simple,
I die of fear
and thirst,
as others hide and stare.
All yearning ebbs and flows.

I sleep.

And then it's tomorrow.
That's the secret.



                   FOR HALLOWEEN, trick or treat??  Last week, me dipped in chocolate.  This week, me as a VAMP...vampire....boooooo!!

This is my entry for this week's Poetry Potluck #8 .  The theme is Halloween. Perfect!  Please check in for some great poetry.


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MAGPIE/ Prompt #38

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SKILL

It's a skill, my father said,
as he engraved,
with fastidious dignity,
the formal letters
on the headstone.

We have done so in our family
since Pope Clement
avoided the plague.

I accepted that I had a talent
with granite,
a serenity
when I grasped the rondel
to carve an angel
on the stone,

then chisel an inventory
of Gothic letters
to mark the day.

Flesh and bones
already boxed and banded,
set below,
sealed in midnight forever.

Time begins a silent race
and who's to know
if stone or bones
will be the first
to crumble into dust.


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Another of the weekly challenges from Magpie Prompts..and indeed it was!!  This has brought out the best..please check all the participants!


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Falling Again...

                            Blackbird Flying Over the Delta/ Mosaic/ Joe Moorman



FALLING AGAIN

Fell in love with a
blackbird.  Bent his wings round my
body.  Talons clinch.


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Here we are at Poetry Potluck, week 7..time flies!!  The theme is "Love and Romance".  Who could ask for more?  For all the details, and wonderful poetry, please check in at Poetry Potluck!!

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Body Scan...

SCANNED

Going to San Francisco on a jet,
looking for the line to be scanned.

Will they see
what my bra is cupping?
Can they tell the color of my thong?

Carry-on has several jiggling flagons,
ready to be tossed
by merciless guard.

Think I'll switch
from cold-blooded scanning.
I'm heading over
to the pat-down line.

Haven't had a boyfriend in a while.


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MAGPIE/ Prompt # 37

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TESS KINCAID

Has anybody seen little Tess Kincaid,
just a moment ago
napping in down?

Floating on a feather,
awake or asleep,
dreaming with a cadence
to start her jig.

Did she arise yet
from her cradle of exploration?

She nimbly floated
through the branches
of a willow tree,
which beckoned her to notice
what lies beyond,

arranged its leaves
in a flirtatious halo,
placed a crown of hope
around her virtuous brow.

Running down a fork in the road,
she carries a gold frame
hoping to someday fill it

as a movie star
on the cover of Modern Screen,

a cherub floating through autumn heaven,
or a hostess with the mostess
at Sleeping Beauty's ball,

always falling in love
with Edward Scissorhands,
stirring his cup of tea.

Here comes the Pied Piper,
enticing poets far and near,
children of all ages,
following her refrain.

Come out, come out
wherever you are!
You may hide,
we will seek.
Where is little Tess Kincaid?


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