Sunday, October 25, 2015
Tuesday Morning - A Magpie Tale
chosen by Tess for this week's Magpie Tale.
See Mag 291 for the list of this week's contributors.
I'm guessing you fly
in your dreams, flapping feathered
wings, and your breasts bound
tightly in mohair
that lets the wind pass on through,
chilling your heart's blood.
I'm guessing you're right
for me though no one else thinks
that and tells us both
to steer clear or else.
I lie back down when you've left
for work, wrapped up
and taking it all
in - all the signs, all the smells
you leave behind, shine
of a party line.
October 25, 2015 3:31 PM