a tale of tails, tenacity, and tedium, as told by me, usually barefoot and bellowing

Monday, September 7, 2015

A Wise Crow


The crow warned him
"Do not give your heart"

"She's mad but she's magic"
the poor lost soul replied

His slate wiped clean
by opiates shared

He was buried beneath the tree
as she escaped by air

also submitted to
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15 comments:

Liza said...

This makes me think of Edgar Allen Poe.

Mike @ A Bit About Britain said...

That's almost like stumbling into a conversation. Each couplet sparks different ideas.

Sandra said...

I agree with Liza, shades of Poe here today

Jim said...

A female pusher, and 'she's more.' Quick and dirty, a nice read, Gail.
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Linda Wildenstein said...

This is wonderful. Thanks dear lady.

Country Gal said...

Well done !

brudberg said...

It's not just about a sweet smile.. there are dangers also elsewhere.

Debbie said...

wonderful words created for the images!!! it feels a little frisky!!!

debispoems said...

Love that ending!

Cressida de Nova said...

Bleak relationship.

Lux G. said...

Should have listened to that crow.

Marian said...

Yeah this has me imagining. Very nice!

Kerry O'Connor said...

I like that line- She's mad but she's magic - nicely incorporated into your poem.

Susan Anderson said...

Pretty cool response to this prompt. And I agree with others that there are elements of Poe here. Not surprising, considering your "dark side."

;)

Ida said...

It's creepy and has a melancholy feel but so well written and illustrated by the photos.

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