THE SLEEPING GYPSY, 1897, by Henri Rousseau
Magpie Tales’ Prompt for Mag 209
terrible as a roaring lion
sweeter than a song,
to the unknown
is a trial
by illusion -
shadow is light;
lie is truth;
Truth means Nothing.
was cast away
into the desert
and the Voice
above the din
I could lay down
my weary head
yield my weary soul
then kiss the dust
that would take me back.
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I am sorry I have not been to your pages lately. All of us here have been stricken by spring fever, almost literally. The bug has been busy making us uncomfortable. Meanwhile, we are on a little spring break and hopefully, I will be able to catch up with you this weekend.
As always, thank you for dropping by.
The cardinal watched from his branch.
No song spilled from his breast.
I used to hear his serenade
thread the air in the yard
as the sun found its place
up in the eastern skies.
What could have silenced
his full throated notes?
The cardinal sat alone
in the shadows of the twigs
watching as the sparrows
flitted about with their friends.
Where is the fair companion
who was ever at his side
like a starry-eyed bride?
Now I remember,
it was one morning last fall
when I saw the cardinal
going by on his own.
Since then, it seemed
his music started to fade
Until solitude engulfed
him and his serenade.
I hope there will be more of these lovelies in our yard this spring. Right now, there is only one who frequents our backyard. Walking our dog in the morning becomes a special treat whenever I see ‘our’ cardinal.
Do you have any suggestions on how we can attract more of them?
Thanks. :-) Happy Tuesday, Friends.
Poet’s Sleep, 1989, by Chang Houg Ahn
The image prompt for Mag 208
She lied in wait
in the shadows of dreams
for the words that escaped her waking hours.
She’d capture her vision
with her pen bleeding
the images on paper,
a shroud extolling the features
of the dead.
the world turned,
while she chased
the elusive words.
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There was a tree, tall and proud and strong.
Its leaves were a canopy from sun and rain.
Its arms stretched out to Heaven while the robins
sang from the safety of its branches in tune
with the busy woodpecker’s beak
boring a hole on a rotting limb.
Branches fell, one by one,
to our neighbor’s annoyance.
They endangered the car parked under its shade
and our garden on the other side of the hedge.
So it was declared decrepit
past its usefulness and grace
without future and hope, it was best spared
the slow painful withering from old age.
Then one morning, the woodcutters came
and branches fell under their serrated blade.
What of the rings imprinted on its chest
and the wisdom hidden there by the years?
Discarded as maudlin sentiments -
what hold do they have against convenience?
I am late, very late for last week’s challenge, THREES. However, the idea for the post did not come to me until much later when I saw the Maple Tree on the neighbor’s yard being cut down. Please click the link for more Threes.
CREDIT: Universal Studios Lot, Instagram by sessepien
This is the picture prompt of THE MAG 207
Oh, what tragedy!
It all started with a little sketch drawn by Juliet of their apartment.
On her handkerchief, she drew the landmarks and the street
for Romeo to find her window on the night of their escape
She also wrote, “Climb the ladder to the third floor
on the rails you’ll find a bicycle picture
down below is an ad ‘Apartment to Let’
and you can’t miss the curtain with dainty eyelets.”
With a whistle and a sigh, Romeo went on his quest
followed to the letter the instructions on the sketch
He kept his eyes peeled on each picture and ad
and on lacy eyelet-y curtain too, besides
At last he saw a place just as Juliet described
So up and up the ladder, Romeo climbed
When he reached the window, three times, he knocked -
meanwhile, Juliet paced back and forth in her room
wondering what was taking Romeo so long
She was half worried that he had changed his heart
She knew then that she could not bear them being apart.
For the hundredth time, she looked out of her window
cursed out loud at what she saw -
Romeo was at the window of Old Miss Capshaw!
She leaned out to wave at her man
(she could not yell, her parents were around)
Alas! She reached too far, she lost her balance
“Romeo, my Romeo” she cried until she was silenced.
Romeo was alarmed. He thought he was superman
He stretched out his arms (as if he could grab Juliet’s hand)
Oh poor lover! He plunged to the bottom of the steps
but he managed to crawl and join Juliet’s dying breath.
The little balcony in these apartments reminded me of the BARD’s Romeo and Juliet. To that I added the different ways that a man and a woman understand and give directions (at least in so far as my husband and I are concerned). I hope he does not turn in his grave for my silly take on his classic story. Please visit MAGPIE TALES for more responses to the prompt.
I had four hearts
set in gold
circled by diamonds
my birth stones.
They adorned my ears
dangled from my neck
crowned my hands
boarded my cab
with its driver’s nod.
Now I have two
hearts bloody red
circled by diamonds
set in gold
missing the friends
for a second life.
Tonight at DVERSE, Victoria asked the community to write about an object/artifact. I thought of my garnet ring and pendant and the earrings I no longer have. I lost them years ago to robbers. Thanks be to God, I had my earrings (and a little cash in my wallet) to give to the robbers and I was let off unharmed.
Kindly visit the pub when you get the chance.