3.31.2011

Thursday Tale . . .

    
































  

He was the keeper of her secrets --
all the bright and dark
spots she had buried deepest
he found with ease
his arms long, his fingers
in everything, nimble
and good with knots
his words carefully shaped, a ring
of old keys working their way
through rusted locks like magic

-- smh




This poem is a Magpie Tale . . . 
And who can't find a tale in this image?



 

So write your own 
and share it here . . .










  

7 comments:

Leenie said...

Yes, Mona, the Lady of Mystery. Your Magpie Tale adds even more mystery to that picture.

Lucy Westenra said...

I liked this poem a lot. Thank you

Dave King said...

An intriguing take. It sure had me intrigued.

Berowne said...

Interesting take on a familiar prompt.

Jingle said...

maybe yes,
she represents the other side of him...
who knows..
we can guess.

Allie said...

EXCELLENT magpie tale!

Trellissimo said...

And where is the key to unlock this mystery? Lost in time, perhaps...

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