It’s All in the Bones
First there was this:
fingers framed by light
clutching an old rosary
carved of human bone
And now there is this:
My rosary isn’t mere stones.
It’s carved out of various bones:
Bones of a lizard!
Bones of a wizard!
In some darkling way it atones.
Poems © 2020 by Magical Mystical Teacher
Posted on December 16, 2020, in 5-7-5, light verse, limerick and tagged Weekly Scribblings. Bookmark the permalink. 9 Comments.
Magical Mystical Teacher 
Curiouser and curiouser! 😀
Religiously osteolicious, Teach. Thanks!
Bravo i enjoyed reading the haiku again. And now the Limerick, bravo bravo
Much💗love
What a fun change of tone! Not the creepiness of the first (which I loved as our prompt).
I guess I need a broader explanation of the “darkling way it atones” . I seem to have a disconnect!
I’m not sure I can explain it either. Good luck to both of us!
On Wed, Dec 16, 2020 at 8:34 AM Magical Mystical Teacher wrote:
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Atonement under a darkling sky …… it is possible.
Ah yes, a rosary can take you around and around releasing you at the end.
You know how much I like the first haiku. And the spinoff is wonderful, too. It seems atonement can come in all sorts of crafty ways.