Sunday, June 9, 2013

How Did We End Up Here? - A Magpie Tale


A door and antique latch found in Charleston, I presume in South Carolina - Image offered by Tess Kincaid as a writing prompt on Mag 172.


How Did We End Up Here?

Whatever you do
do not open that old farm
door, do not go up
to it even...do
not step on that splintered porch.
The dog on guard ran
off after rabid
coons and the cow's got a bloat
as you can very
well hear from the yard.
Where are the chickens, I ask.
There are no chickens.
The moss is killing the trees
down this muddy lane.

Am I ever glad
I just dream this strange shit up.
It's true. My mind is
a terrible thing.

June 9, 2013 9:47 AM

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14 comments:

  1. Now whatever the state of your mind may be, that's one beautiful piece of ironmongery.
    (And that rhyme, you see.)

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  2. That starting line, just draws the read in

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  3. That sounds like a timely warning; the trouble is when we're told don't do a thing, we go right ahead and .......

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    1. I know... You just can't tell me what to do...

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  4. 'Whatever you do' ... if that was ever an invitation to doing the wrong thing, I don't know what is! Loved this.

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  5. Imagination is worth a mint... :)

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  6. The dog on guard ran
    off after rabid
    coons

    my fav....I could see it !!!

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  7. It just shows how wonderful dreams can be!

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  8. Wonderful strange shit! (I sometimes wonder about what I dream up too...)

    Anna :o]

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The chicken crossed the road. That's poultry in motion.


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