Sunday 30 October 2011

Muse





I hadn't been working for him long,
that big shot author
he thought he'd hired a cleaner
someone to dust around the edges
 pick up the the hurled mistakes
and mop up the ink stains of his frustration
on the cheap.

Slowly I smoothed out the creases
jotted a comment
sowed  a seed
made him look to a further horizon
a blank wall is not inspiring, I said
so he moved to a vista of endless possibilities
and took me with him .

My magpie tales no 89 from Tess

Sunday 23 October 2011

Third Floor Flutter




open window 
the city breeze blows in
thump thump my heart pounds in
the flimsy shirt 
white cotton frilled
the rise and fall
shudders

your window is up there
third floor
slightly ajar
your curtains flutter
gently licking brickwork
in and out

tick tick tick
the left hand light flashes
loading stop only
my minutes are nearly up
but i chance it
a few more 
whose to know?

the mirror reflects the past
when we danced up the steps to
delight
laughter echoing down the street
late one night
not so long  ago
or so it seems

the rush of cars screech by and wake me
the memories dispersed by the police car pulling up behind me
a last glance upwards
there is to be no glimpse of you
a sigh surfaces with tears
as i pull away.



My take on this weeks magpie tales  no. 88 from Tess at Willow Manor

Monday 17 October 2011

memento mori


*
remember
the splashed water
leaving trapped rainbows 
cascading
in 
water droplets
over iridescent feathers.
Once I was beautiful.

*

This my piece for the prompt on Magpie Tales. if you want to see Tess's picture head over to the blog.

Monday 10 October 2011

here i stand.....

here i stand 
alone
the past flies like demons around the dark corners of my mind
the haunting wrongs cast in my name
creep from under floorboards hammered shut long ago
i stare
unseeing into the blackest pages
of copperplate script
and understand nothing


here i stand 
waiting
for the clink of keys
the smell of incense and the chanting of gold trimmed charlatans
while the moon that has been my last companion
waxes
 and the dawn rises
i stare at the door
resigned.


my latest effort in MAGPIE TALES no.86 with thanks to Tess for the prompt.

Monday 3 October 2011

In the striped tent




In  a last ditch effort
to draw the disenchanted
to the Big Top
the last pot of glue lay empty
behind the vultures cage
the storm of feathers floating
gently down
on red sand
the crowd watched the grand finale
speechless.



with thanks to Tess at magpie tales for the prompt!