Sunday, November 27, 2011

A Magpie Tale




It’s late November,
Ice knits along the cold ground,
A bandage on summer’s wounds,
A red sofa is deserted on street,
in sheer isolation,
Refusing to give up its value,
The red seat a squint of anticipation,
I touch the soft cushion,
Knowing that
It must have equipped with sweating passion,
This is the moment when nobody seems to care,
As the chair sits there,
attracting aliens’ curious eyes from everywhere.




54 comments:

Laurie Kolp said...

Beautiful... especially:

A bandage on summer’s wounds

kez said...

cool poem loved the flow of it x

anthonynorth said...

I can imagine that. Excellent.

Margaret said...

Ice knits along the cold ground,
A bandage on summer’s wounds,

really liked that!

jen revved said...

A beautiful take on the prompt! I loved: Ice knits along the cold ground,
A bandage on summer’s wounds,
A red sofa is deserted on street,
in sheer isolation... xj

rel said...

Abandoned, seen but ignored by the multitude:
the leper.
rel

thingy said...

This is a wonderful piece. I love, "Ice knits along the cold ground."

Heaven said...

I love the sweating passion and squint of anticipation. Lovely poem ~

tinkwelborn said...

Lovely.
you make this almost surreal.
the recalcitrant red sofa! to hell with everyone!
pride, dignity, worthiness.

good poem.

magicinthebackyard said...

I love the knitting and the bandage on summers wounds! Nice use of poetic device! I truly love this! Nice work!

Kellie

http://magicinthebackyard.wordpress.com/2011/01/11/trees-outside-my-window/

Zoe said...

You had me with those opening lines straight away. Very strong images, haunting feel.

lynnaima said...

interesting take on pic and theme :) hmmm summer has no wounds in my mind however, just heat, lots of it lol, I live in FL :-p lol
my gooseberry entry: http://lynnaima.wordpress.com/2011/11/24/your-asogwe/

Marbles in My Pocket said...

Wonderful poem. Very vivid wording.

C Hummel Kornell a/k/a C Hummel Wilson said...

Very enjoyable and well written. This one is sad for me.

kaykuala said...

Sadly that befits old furniture, too bulky to keep and ends up on the street.

Hank

nana_ang_poppaphil said...

Nice work, great poem

Isabel Doyle said...

I like the way you weave the weather and the sofa together with emotions

Martin said...

"...attracting aliens’ curious eyes from everywhere." is an eerie thought.

HyperCRYPTICal said...

I love the "... bandage on summer's wounds" too. Lovely write.

Anna :o]

izzy said...

I feel the short, red nap under my hand. thanks.

Tess Kincaid said...

I love the image of knit ice...

Helen said...

Love your description of November and how it relates to that red sofa!!!

Trellissimo said...

Most sofas have a story to tell. This one is cool.

Shawna said...

"Refusing to give up its value" ... I really like this line and the connection that can be drawn between the sofa and people.

Teresa Marie said...

Love, love, loved it!! :) That picture is incredible too. Blessings, Terri

Berowne said...

Good response to a challenging prompt...

Brian Miller said...

nice...a bandage on summers wounds is a very nice turn of phrase for this time of year...

pspacer11 said...

A few have made ref to the line,
"A bandage on summers wounds" but for me, the line,
"Refusing to give up its value" is the real powerhouse.
Loved this piece, glad I stumbled across it.

Other Mary said...

Good write. I particularly like the lines: "Ice knits along the cold ground,
A bandage on summer’s wounds,

papotalk said...

"As the chair sits there,
attracting aliens’ curious eyes from everywhere."

-cause for most traffic jams

Carrie Burtt said...

...a bandage on summer's wounds....so many wonderful lines in this! :-)

beccagivens said...

"The red seat a squint of anticipation"

One of the many great lines ... great job!

Jessica Prescott said...

I loved "refusing to give up its value". People are so quick to devalue things they no longer find immediately useful.

chiccoreal said...

Dear The Cello Strings: "refuses to give up its value" seems we all do that! "equipped with sweating passion" and "nobody seems to care". Well-stated and "ice knits the cold ground"...magnificent!

lukewater said...

The image of the red couch is so strong in my head,
beautiful words, lingering and romantic, but sort of somber.

lukewater

manicddaily said...

A very good take on the prompt. K.

ds said...

Oh, my this has value--such beautiful imagery: knitted ice, bandage on summer's wounds, squint of anticipation and on and on and on. Thank you.

Elaine Danforth said...

Well, I was intrigued by the title. Am I the only one in the world who doesn't know the term "Magpie Tales"?

I Googled it quickly but could not find a definition.

I really like the poem, giving so much history and life to an abandoned couch.

miss pie said...

mmm.... the observation of those observing... vivid somehow oh so much more letters could say...

Mary Ann Potter said...

Uniquely beautiful imagery. I see the ice knitting...

Brandee Shafer said...

Your words made me even more curious to know the sofa's story.

Nicholas V. said...

Lovely Magpie!

Dave King said...

Ice knits along the cold ground,
A bandage on summer’s wounds,

The first of these two lines took hold of me, produced a score of images, but to follow it with the bandage on summer wounds, was just staggering. These two lines alone would have made the poem memorable. The rest, by comparison, was merely brilliant.

meethimirchi said...

Very deep and expressive.

halfwaybetweenthegutter said...

"Ice knits along the cold ground" - stunning!

Jeanne said...

Like this one very much. you're doing some rocking out too. Love the "..A bandage on summer's wounds" Not only visual but visceral. I might have to steal that one. wink... jeanne

Lolamouse said...

I love the line "ice knits along the cold ground." Beautiful.

Other Mary said...

Good one! I am particularly drawn to the lines, 'Refusing to give up its value,/ The red seat a squint of anticipation,'

Alex Dissing said...

I love everything about this piece. Wonderfully written.

John Evans said...

Ice knits along the cold ground, and a bandage on summer wounds; explicitly WOW! Much talent here and very well articulated with the written word. Beautiful imagery. I will visit often.

zongrik said...

aren't the cushions missing?

Miss Kitten said...

I felt a similar pang of sadness when I saw that someone had dumped a bag of soft toys next to the garbage bins. I wanted to cuddle the big teddy bear but my boyfriend said, eww...don't touch it!

All those memories...thrown out with the garbage.

Well done.

Enigmatic Soul said...

Loved it. Wonderful use of imagery and metaphors.

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