i watched you weave
your basket from dogwood twigs
blood red and lined with moss
moonlight reflecting in your eyes
i peer through the dusk mist
curtains twitching with my heart beat
perched as you are
white feathered as the trophy you seek
i called you wicked and you laughed in my face
flushed incredulous
as i stomped upstairs
to hide my thoughts under the bed.
KD 1/9/13
The image is by Jeanne Tomanek
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hiding thoughts under the bed....love that!
ReplyDeleteReally captivating!
ReplyDeleteGreat use of color, and I just love your last line!
ReplyDeleteI particularly like ..'stomped upstairs to hide my thoughts under the bed'. Good wordplay. Well done.
ReplyDelete...ah, this has a moody feel... and that last stanza is quite a perfect fit for such a whimsical prompt... loved this... smiles...
ReplyDeletewell played- with words and the poem looks cool.
ReplyDeletehttp://www.numerounity.com/2013/09/mother-hen-evil-crown-princess.html
Great finishing sentence...
ReplyDeleteSome great images here and the ending was was amazing..hiding those thoughts..
ReplyDeleteThe twitching curtains so evocative...don't we hide our thoughts under the bed all too often...
ReplyDeletehi Tess...so true mine is fairly three foot of the ground with them!!! xx
ReplyDeleteLovely...so strong, and mysterious, very well done!
ReplyDeleteInteresting Mag - thanks
ReplyDeleteI have been wondering what an oologist is.
ReplyDeleteI like the perspective you took, and the details, the twitching curtain, the blood red basket lined with moss, and of course stomping upstairs to hide thoughts under the bed. Can definitely relate to that! Well done. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteHi Jerry
ReplyDeleteAn Oologist is someone who collects birds eggs.....now illegal in most places.xx
I like the idea of hiding thoughts under the bed.
ReplyDeletenicely done and thanks for sharing
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