for this week's Magpie Tales
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The Thrift Shop
I'm stuck in the squeak
of the old rocking chair's rail.
I fear the weight stress
I will add thrusting
to rise and as well the laugh
the crash will earn me.
I survey my need.
Now I want a treat - berry
ice my lips' best mate
meeting my drooping
face.
Oh, I should chase them off,
all those fat pigeons
from the store's north door.
They will flutter disdain for
my broom and coo in
the key of C#
but flat a bit. My report
will show these birds can't
really sing a note.
At this thought my ragged smile
reaches my gnarled hands
on the chair's scratched arms.
It's hard to keep this damn store
open at my age.
May 25, 2014 3:23 PM
A true struggle to manage a thrift store.. Things tend to pile up
ReplyDeleteVery good magpie, you put the words to work well!
ReplyDeleteA pleasing response to the prompt...
ReplyDeleteHard but maybe that smile suggests it's still a pleasure..thank you for taking me into that picture
ReplyDeletePigeons disdain your broom? Oh, never! Oh, wait! Yes! ;)
ReplyDeleteWordle Grotesqueries
You exposed a new direction to the magpie.. Very nicely done. :)
ReplyDeleteClever stuff.
ReplyDeleteGood job of blending the prompts. Not easy, and you did it well.
ReplyDelete=)
Please keep it open...I'm your best customer...
ReplyDelete(((embrace)))
DeleteThank you all for your kindness.
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