Offered by Tess as a writing prompt on The Mag: Mag 194
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I looked out from under the huge feathery brows of some old Brit, ca. 1990. He wrote:
Sunday Just Past Noon
I look at this letter
and know I should feel something,
wish I felt something,
but I just do not.
I touch the cancelled grey stamp,
imagine those days,
then turn to sip tea,
much more recently brewed up -
spy the pile of bills
I've shoved to one side
and suck on my rusty teeth,
getting out the cheques.
November 17, 2013 1:27 PM
But I saw it like this:
I Was Not There
The old stamp calls me.
The mark does too. That post came
Tuesday, the same day
the bomb found its track
past the balloons, jammed itself
deep into the earth
before blowing you up
into little bits all mixed
with cloth, wood and grit.
November 17, 2013 2:12 PM
I include my expansion because he would never tell you.
This is a wonderful way to expand. Loved how you did it!
ReplyDeletebridging the past with the future
Christopher, one of your best Magpies ... ever!!!!
ReplyDeletewell done- I like how you expanded the unsaid.
ReplyDeletePowerful.
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I love the juxtaposition of the stoic Brit and you...
ReplyDeleteGreat Mag!
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