Sunday, September 6, 2015

Coming Home - A Magpie Tale



Welcome back, Tess. I have kept you safe in my thoughts as best I could.

Cue the Irish Uilleann Pipes:


Coming Home

I climbed to the top
of the sodden line of hills
in the fade of light,
in the last of day,
because I knew the flagstones
were on the ridgeline
still, as long ago.

One hill south past the wood gate
was the notch that held
our house and I hoped
your heart and our stone warmed bed-
as well, good lamb stew.

‎September ‎6, ‎2015 2:53 PM

Each week, except for vacations to England and such, Tess Kincaid offers images of great beauty for writing prompts. I am fond of replying with my poetry as best I can. I am also fond of Tess. You can find the contributor list on her site. Click on this: Magpie Tales.

6 comments:

  1. From romance to a hearty stew. Very homely.

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  2. mmmm, lamb stew. That is a particular flavor

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  3. nice...I am coming home...such a beautiful home!

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  4. Wonderful and evocative! The music was a nice touch. Thanks so much for sharing!

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


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