Spelunking

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Spelunking

Like Edith Ann
in her oversized chair,
I blurt whatever
is on my mind.
I offer shallow confidences
until I am unmysterious –
until you drop your
headlamp and harness
and settle by the fire
at the mouth of my cave.

This is a Magpie Tale.



Comments

  1. You had me right away on this...enjoyed.

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  2. Very interesting take on Tess's prompt.

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  3. Till i am unmysterious. that hit home

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  4. i like you're pome, but found the clip a bit weird

    Bert & Ernie for President - that's all i'm gonna say

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  5. Hadn't thought of Edith Ann for yers - thanks.

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  6. Bug! How perfect, utterly delicious! Bringing back fun time memories ...

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  7. fun indeed and thanks for sharing your words

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  8. Oh Edith Ann! Haven't thought of her for years. My take on your piece is rather dark...I like it...

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  9. Edith Anne (in the chair)! That took me back!
    The poem said stuff to me that I hesitate to relay... Mmmm.. maybe it is just me.

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  10. HEH HEH I loved the accompanying video, too - especially the raspberry at the end!

    The sandwich sounded like the occasional ones I used to slip in besides the rest for hubby's fishing trips.......☻!

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  11. Well Stafford, actually late at night after I had posted the poem I started thinking probably the same things you did. And blushed mightily (or maybe it was a hot flash). Ha!

    It is kind of a dark piece - in that I'd just as soon keep people from getting to know the real me.

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  12. The video of Edith Ann was a great one and a perfect response for the prompt with the big cozy chair. I thought the title of your poem truly reflected the spirit of Edith Ann and her sandwich with so many layers revealed and eventually becoming unmysterious. Thank you for sharing.

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