Gossamer Wings

ARTWORK by ULRIKE BOLENZ

For Magpie Tales

Gossamer wings born in Fae air

Resting on flowers

First here then there

Gossamer wings born in Fae air

Flying close as she dares

Wings flit magic showers

Gossamer wings born in Fae air

Fairy dusts the flowers

Mary Was An Astronaunt

The world was full of pestilence

Only a donkey to be found

But that's no consolation

Must keep southward bound

Hollow breaths soil depleted

Onward they did go

Twenty steps a minute

The going was very slow

Leaning into night

Against a purple sky

Feeble were the hopes

They would get by

Mother Mary was a astronaut*

Father Joseph a working man

They traveled on for glory

Found not in a promised Inn

The mystics watched the journey

And knew from whence they came

Betting on the odds

If good or bad would win this game 

Oh, the glory of a stable

The cradle of a King 

Christ was born

Oh, how the angels did sing!

In swaddling clothes a mother held

The King of all man kind

"Happy Mother's Day" Joseph said

As the Northern Star did shine

 *I apologize.  There was no sacrilegious intent with this poem.  I was prompted.  I wrote.

For Magpie Tales who supplied the picture and for Sunday's Whirligig who provided the words and for Poets United who is celebrating Mother's Day.

To all mothers and all people who "mother" I wish you a Happy Mother's Day!

The Cross

For Magpie Tales

It's a circle

it's a square

i hide

i care not

what you see is not me but only what you wish to be

square

a circle

the girl is gone

mind is mine

try to take

body is mine

you cannot

hear her cries

a circle

Leave now

i have no name

she hides

no shame

she hides

in a square

a circle

toss your book

your cross

your sainted look

no reaching 

what is not here

your water brings no fear

a circle

Sing Back

Old Bank Street, Manchester, UK by R.A.D. Stainforth

Magpie Tales

Sing back a frame 
That did exist
A fiery re-call becomes
A chance to repair
To craft a new deal
From time gone
Add your wishes
This moment
Like a boat's sail
Will billow full again

The Sunday Whirl-Weekly Wordle

Poets United: Poetry Pantry

Attempting a triple prompt...

Lullaby

The path ended when the mother found her lost child.  Wishing they never be separated again, the trees listened.  Embracing mother and child, they made them one.  Within the spring breeze rose the sounds of a lullaby.

For Magpie Tales

Coulrophobia, A Fear of Clowns (Rated: Gross and Horrible)

For Magpie Tales with Tess Kincaid

WARNING:  THIS TRIO OF LIMERICKS IS DISTURBING AND DISGUSTING.
APOLOGY:  I WRITE WHAT COMES TO MIND.  THERE WAS NO JOY IN THIS WRITING.

John Wayne Gacy liked young boys
He played rough and then destroyed
Promises lured them inside
Gacy gave them a ride
And Pogo was filled with joy

Thirty-three he did whack
While forcing them on their back
Ropes or boards at their throats
Gleefully, cheerfully, he did gloat
No one knew he was a maniac

Finally caught way too late
Under his house graves did wait
Hauled to jail and tried for murder
Gacy was a multiple disturber
By lethal injection he met his Fate

Perhaps the most chilling image of Gacy of all

(Chicago Tribune)

Folly

For Sunday Scribblings 2 and Magpie Tales with Tess Kincaid

The folly of secret keeping

bursting forth

from sealed lips

Sworn secrets

rush

into open air

Clowns and Dolls

Sunday Whirl~Weekly Wordle

clowns and dolls 

fill the stairwell

another burst 

of  frantic work

unplugged

vacuum emits no sound

wrapped in fleece

i seal glass

inside my wound

attempting to instill

values and ethics

i corral the cherubs

with resignation

we dress for the day

to tumble through

clowns and dolls

filling the stairwell 

Action Figures by Edith Vonnegut

for

Tess Kincaid at Magpie Tales

Combined prompts

The Sunday Whirl with Magpie Tales...

Photo prompt supplied by Magpie Tales

The patron warned, "That place is a ticking time bomb."  

Ignoring the warning and laughing about a need for rescue, I attended with a certain amount of humility.

The place was thought by many to be haunted but I did not measure these rumors that had spread like wild fires in the canyon.

I waited in anticipation working myself into quite a state before the guests arrived. Do I act as if I believe?   

I thought perhaps I had fallen asleep and was dreaming.  As the sixties music filled the room I recognized Sharon Tate dancing with Jay her partner for the night. I saw others as though I were looking through a cloud  into the past.

My accommodating  host smiled as if  to say, "This is nothing...just wait".  My race to spend the day and night with my host seemed totally crazy now.  

I realized in my eagerness to witness the paranormal I had been tricked.  I must stay forever watching this repeating tragedy until I could "invite" someone to take my place.

My host laughed when leaving.  At last he was free.

Word prompt supplied by The Sunday Whirl Weekly Wordle

I Cover My Eyes

I cover my eyes

maybe 

your trite words

will no longer

  bind my spirit

mind the spell

aimed at me

I sing 

a butterfly

flying free

miles away

the land 

holds

sign 

of spring

You 

no longer

have power

to scorch

to burn me

ring you chime

sing your lies

I do not hear

I cover my eyes

I have joined The Sunday Whirl Wordle 196 with the picture prompt from Magpie Tales.

Pretty On Pink

her eyes
screamed
no one heard
but
on the base board
her blood wept
a name

A few words for Magpie Tales

Double Barrel Challenge

Bond of Union, 1956, by M. C. Escher 

The Bond of Union 

plays in young minds

toying with  

what they see 

what it could be

never clearly seeing 

what it is

was

nor can be

Trying to meet the challenge from Imaginary Gardens With Real Toads combined with Tess's prompt at Magpie Tales

War

For Magpie Tales with Tess Kincaid

image credit:  Dick Blick Art

War touches all
with long bony fingers
in our dreams
through lifetimes
we can say
it is for the greater good
try telling that to
the ones who came home
incomplete
try to tell the ones
who never came home

Mother for Magpie Tales

For Magpie Tales

with Tess Kincaid

Mother knew 

she would never see

the twenty-first century  

she stated the fact 

and made it so

Take care of things

she said

her last wish 

tethered me

to her dreams

not mine

She Walks...

Tess Kincaid

She walks
In the clear
To avoid
The muddy
Turbulence
That is
Her life

Never looking up
She strolls
Splashing
In tall boots
Pretending
This is real
Not the murky water

In this moment
She walks on rocks
Never disturbing
Silt nor mud
Nor secrets
And thinks
This is how it should be

Morning Curtains For Magpie Tales...

House work
Dishes
Dirty floor
Sat to rest
Fell to the floor
The curtains entwined
As she slept
The husband
Immediately
Hired some help.

For the prompt at Magpie Tales with Tess Kincaid

Like Moths...

For Magpie Tales

Each one of us

Approach the light

In a myriad of ways

Face on

Side ways

Open armed

Or closed

From the back

From the front

On and on we go

We try

Again and again

Thanks to God

And Tesla

Life and light are not 

Open flames

We continually 

Scorch and escape

Again

And again

Not unlike the moth

We are drawn

To the flame

We test the fiery waters

Of life

And sometimes

We refrain

From repeating mistakes

That delivered us

Too closely to the flame

Double or Nothing...

Dark Harbor, 1943, N. C. Wyeth

"Drop one, drop one"

They chanted 

In their outside voices

The leader held them back

With wings and words

"Fishermen always share

Learn patience"

For Magpie Tales

Shock and Awe

VISIT MAGPIE TALES

Starry Night by Alex Ruiz 

Mag 234

His brush dry

Standing small

Viewing Creation's glory

The canvas remained blank

The artist knew

He could never compete

Magpie Tales' Royalty

Tess Kincaid's prompt at Magpie Tales

We'll never know

Your life

Collecting bits and pieces

We guess

Fill in the gaps

My question is

Did you birth Anubis?

My painting