Saturday, 9 January 2016

more than parting the waters...


Charing Cross Road, 1937 by Wolfgang Suschitzky


sizzling feet
fry
her pools of tears

let her pharaoh follow
if he dares



 

Linking to:
Magpie Tales #300

Monday, 2 November 2015

rabbit...rabbit...


rabbit by Elaine Usdin


I am woman 
magician

a Medusa
armed with
rabbit power

my crinoline boxers
flaunt the colours
of my own landscapes

I am laced
in 
my own naked truth

and 
my spiked high heels
are meant
for walking
tall


never mess with my illusion

my glasses intend to
magnify
your details



 

Linking to:
Magpie Tales #292

Monday, 28 September 2015

a stone face...


Gerrit Photography



a stone face

your blind soul is
fixed
behind the wall
of glass level
and
dressed in
the webbed music
locked
in your system

my sighs
outside
spin
kick
bust 
and trump
the reflection mess

yet for you
inside
I am less than
a mirage
a reflection


my visit

does not exist

 


Linking to:
Magpie Tales #287
+
The Sunday Whirl

Monday, 14 September 2015

all the mystique...


Aline Smithson


all the mystique and
glamour
and flashy photos
spewed like sticky honey from
the relentless
Hollywood
marketing
machine
cannot compete with
the passing of time

tastes and
stardom
move on

just like your fancy doll's house for
your fancy doll
abandoned
buckling to the ravages of
loveless
dust

while I stand
and I see
and I conquer

and this 
ordinary
smug
doll

moves on

 

Linking to:

Magpie Tales #285

Monday, 7 September 2015

I remember...




I remember 
the day we decided to go far south
far
far 
south
south of the mainland
south
to 
an island

we found a piece of 
valley paradise
by a river
hugged
by mountains

our island legs were not too steady

do you remember one icy morning
when your boots leaked
with ice

and in the near distance
you saw
your first tiger snake?

that ice saved you from moving too fast

and 
do you remember
when we decided to have some music in the gardens
we bought a large tent with a fancy fringe
hired a quintet
and sent out invitations
to everyone
any one
and hardly a soul replied

then
the night before
the day of island days
it rained
rain turned into 
a wild early morning thunderstorm
sleep eluded us

but
next morning
the sun glowed
the garden glowed
and colourful cars
a tribe of
colourful cars
carefully meandered up
our muddy driveway


our home was humble
with a home-made feel
but our views were grand

our lake
fringed with magical spruce
danced with Merlin
our platypus

Dry's Bluff
rang with sunset colour

our mini rainforest
spun Celtic questions


do you remember
why it was

we wandered

away?




 

Linking to:

Magpie Tales #284

Monday, 31 August 2015

peonies...


Peonies (1897) William Merritt Chase


a healer
lives within

quietly airing
multi-layered
folds of
sphinx-like 
beauty

******

sometimes
I walk back to
my beloved grandmother's cottage

on the outside
the cottage seems
neglected
choking with
weathering and
weeds

gateless
fenceless

there is little 
visible appeal

at least
not to strangers

but inside
in a dusty
webby 
room

hangs
a lone painting
of a humbly elegant woman
gently bending
to admire

her precious selection 
of peonies

****

I know just when
to view this painting

it must be
early morning light
spring light

softly streaming
through
smudged glass

as if some beam
from afar
scrambles to connect
for a little while

it is then 
the painting glows

****

she looks so young
so sacred
so at peace
with her healer

she is
her own god

and
each visit here
I feel 
a painful 
longing
to be more than
some adoring child
at her altar


indeed
sometimes
I need 
to damn 
the insane urge


to stay



 

Linking to:

Magpie Tales #283

Tuesday, 18 August 2015

Van Gogh felt...


Starry Night by Alex Ruiz


Van Gogh
felt the colours
of the night

I long to be in
a Van Gogh moment

I want to feel
the light
of the stars

I want to hear
the darkness of my soul

I want to paint 
the music

of my mind




 

Linking to:
Magpie Tales #234 - August 24,2014
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