Magpie

“Magpie Sighs”

“Magpie Writes”

Hush

“How dear to this heart are the scenes of my childhood,
When fond recollection presents them to view:-
The orchard, the meadow, the deep-tangled wildwood,
And every lov’d spot which my infancy knew.”

~Woodworth~

from The Old Oaken Bucket

All the Wiser

Unintended

La Corset

♣ La Corset ♣

what might I do
to loosen these laces?
let one rib breathe
i beseech
i plead
the snap
release
brittle and bridled
circumspect radiance
i tip…i toe
my fingers
‘cross your wrists
into the courtyard
of your palm
and I come tumbling down
you pull the pin
oh the power you have
my lady
darling dear
you are mistaken
for the corset is not there

Tell None of Mine

Didn’t I beg you.

Not to follow me.

Didn’t I know you would.

Did you think me selfish to keep this to myself?

That I was hoarding?  Hiding?

And now you know.  Now you see.

I was sparing you.

Scratches ‘cross your cheeks match the markings on my jawbone.

Dead giveaway and association.

Scratches crumble.

Scars stand.

No.  You may carry the lead marble on your tongue

But.  You mustn’t come further, deeper.

You mustn’t forget you weren’t meant for this.

You stole it for your own.

There’s a difference.

Now you know.

Now you see.

You claim to see.

To speak what we speak.

Place your toes on this lip.

Keep watch for them, but don’t watch me.

If they come.

Don’t warn me.

Bribe them blind.

Beg yourself blind.

Beg mercy.

Beg might.

Beg true.

Spit from your tongue.

See what comes.

Don’t tell me.

Don’t tell anyone.

Hide the scratch.

Smile and shine.

Tell not a soul.

Tell none of mine.

I’m. Not. Mine.