Sunday, April 4, 2010

Magpie Tales – Week Eight


It's time again for Willow's Magpie Tales. Each week she posts a prompt around which a tale should be formed. Click the link above to see other offerings.


Would the loss have been less
if I had been the one to
loose my fingers from
that love?

It slipped through the sky
all joy and free
while I looked askance
at my empty palm.

I sit in the garden
watching the play of light
on the hand that
once touched love.

14 comments:

  1. Ah, that illusive love! Lovely, Bug.

    (this actually brought to mind Jane Campion's "The Piano")

    Happy Easter!

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  2. If love is the phoenix, then won't it be born again and anew once more? well done.

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  3. Lovely! Much to ponder in the lives of love!

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  4. How beautiful. Well done Bug.

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  5. A Poigant Moment

    Lovely , sad and fragile the heart is..

    Joanny

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  6. Oh yes. Been there... The loss of a certain love feels like the end of the world.

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  7. What an intriguing poem. Full of loss.

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  8. Killer last lines there. Very nicely done.

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  9. I agree with Argent. Great sense of melancholy.

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  10. a wonderful take on the prompt...a simple yet thought provoking scene you have played...to ponder the hand....

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  11. Beautiful. I'd say "elegiac" if I was absolutely sure of what it meant. :-)

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  12. Poignant and fragile assessment of life after love. Very beautiful.

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  13. I've been there and wondered the same thing.

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