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 . . .
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7 comments:
Yes, Mona, the Lady of Mystery. Your Magpie Tale adds even more mystery to that picture.
I liked this poem a lot. Thank you
An intriguing take. It sure had me intrigued.
Interesting take on a familiar prompt.
maybe yes,
she represents the other side of him...
who knows..
we can guess.
EXCELLENT magpie tale!
And where is the key to unlock this mystery? Lost in time, perhaps...
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