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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.
Fun!
ReplyDeleteYou had me right away on this...enjoyed.
ReplyDeleteNicely done.
ReplyDeleteVery interesting take on Tess's prompt.
ReplyDeleteTill i am unmysterious. that hit home
ReplyDeletei like you're pome, but found the clip a bit weird
ReplyDeleteBert & Ernie for President - that's all i'm gonna say
Hadn't thought of Edith Ann for yers - thanks.
ReplyDeleteBug! How perfect, utterly delicious! Bringing back fun time memories ...
ReplyDeleteFun write!! Loved this!
ReplyDeleteClever and fun Bug!! :-)
ReplyDeletefun indeed and thanks for sharing your words
ReplyDeleteOh Edith Ann! Haven't thought of her for years. My take on your piece is rather dark...I like it...
ReplyDeleteEdith Anne (in the chair)! That took me back!
ReplyDeleteThe poem said stuff to me that I hesitate to relay... Mmmm.. maybe it is just me.
HEH HEH I loved the accompanying video, too - especially the raspberry at the end!
ReplyDeleteThe sandwich sounded like the occasional ones I used to slip in besides the rest for hubby's fishing trips.......☻!
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!
ReplyDeleteIt is kind of a dark piece - in that I'd just as soon keep people from getting to know the real me.
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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