Monday, December 25, 2017

Salute The Magpie

Salute the magpie,
the solitary one without even a mirror-friend.
Turn a circle on the spot,
recite the rhyme out to its end.

In time, more arrive.
In time, a future told and spoken,
in magpie voice,
talisman and token.

Then, old love,
it is well enough to go
regardless wounds or weather
even so.
______

a 55 for my BFF.
 

7 comments:

Sherry Blue Sky said...

Even when ill, you knock your poem right out of the park. I especially like this one.

Sioux Roslawski said...

Shay--As usual, when you use rhyme, it takes me half a poem to realize it, because it's so seamlessly done.

Merry Christmas, and may 2018 be a wonderful year for you.

Kerry O'Connor said...

I especially love stanza 2. This is a spell which speaks of a bright future.

Rommy said...

This makes me think about perseverance, despite sadness. It also has a kiss of magic giving it a fairy tale feel, which I find irresistible.

hedgewitch said...

This is what I meant by 'glass for magpies..." a treasure where others see ruins, and a spell that once found, turns the world. A shining 55, dear Shay, and one that couldn't please me more, especially since you did what I love best, work your magic in rhyme. I hope you're feeling better.

Magaly Guerrero said...

Some days, regardless of how shiny things are, only hello and goodbye will do.

Susie Clevenger said...

Some days add...some days subtract. Living takes a bit of hope to keep night from swallowing us in its curtain.