Category Archives: Prescott
Blue Monday: Whimsical Painting
A whimsical painting adorns a wall in the children’s section of the Prescott, Arizona Public Library.
This painting is sure to delight
The children who see it, all right.
With colorful hues
It’s full of good news—
There’s no darkness here, only light.
Photo and limerick © by Magical Mystical Teacher
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Macro Monday 2: Memorial Bench
A memorial bench catches the last light of day at the Veterans Administration Hospital, Prescott, Arizona.
Photo © by Magical Mystical Teacher
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Burro
Detail from a painting, Prescott Public Library, Prescott, Arizona
An old man and his burro
Are heading for the hills.
They hope to find some nuggets
Among the rocks and rills,
Some nuggets gold and gleaming
To make the old man rich.
The burro doesn’t care much—
He’d rather balk and bitch.
Photo and poem © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
More Ruby Tuesday Too
More Midweek Motif at Poets United: “Animals”
Deadly
Detail from a mural, Prescott Public Library, Prescott, Arizona
Shadows cannot dull a deadly blade.
Photo and text © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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Blue Monday: Gears
Detail from a mural, Prescott Public Library, Prescott, Arizona
Round and round and round they go,
Sometimes fast and sometimes slow.
Gears are turning here and there,
Gears are turning everywhere!
They can turn a Ferris wheel,
They can turn a shaft of steel;
They can make Big Ben run true,
Raise and lower great locks too.
Gears are turning here and there,
Gears are turning everywhere;
Made to grind, but not to blast,
Gears can move both slow and fast.
Photo and poem © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
An independent woman
A solo traveler takes pictures of the courthouse, Prescott, Arizona
An independent woman
Will always speak her mind;
Perhaps you even know one—
They’re not that hard to find.
For independent women
Seek this in all their deeds:
To follow their own compass,
No matter where it leads.
Poem and photo © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
More Midweek Motif at Poets United: “Independence”
Blue Monday: Monsters
A mosaic dinosaur footprint at Prescott Public Library, Prescott, Arizona
Monsters, monsters everywhere,
On the land, and in the air!
Monsters with great clumsy feet!
Monsters you don’t want to meet!
Stay away from monster land!
Stay away from where they stand,
Lest you fall beneath their feet,
And your downfall be complete!
Poem and photo © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
Blue Monday: Trail Marker
Trail marker at Willow Lake, Prescott, Arizona
Off we go on the mile-high trail,
Off we go with a shout!
Following signs marking the way,
We know what we’re about.
Perhaps we will glimpse a hobbit,
Or maybe soaring hawks—
These are the hopes that sustain us
On long and winding walks.
Poem and photo © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
Her birthday
Painting of a grand celebration (maybe a birthday!), Prescott Public Library, Prescott, Arizona
Her birthday,
crammed with memories,
one in particular:
rising at the meadowlark’s song
to walk across the dew-drenched grass,
her feet bare and cold and wet,
humming little nonsense tunes
to greet the light, bolder now
than when she’d left the house,
turning to see him at the window,
her ancient father;
how small he looks,
how like a cattail reed,
brown and brittle
at summer’s end—
and then he is falling,
clutching at his breast,
sailing off beyond the morning light,
the midday light, every light
there ever was or will be.
Pulling her phone from her skirt
pocket, she calls her friend:
“It’s over now. Come.
Come quickly.”
Poem and photo © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
More Ruby Tuesday Too
More Sunday’s Whirligig #114
More Poetry Pantry #356 at Poets United
More Ruby Tuesday Too
More Sunday’s Whirligig #114
More Poetry Pantry #356 at Poets United
Picture this
Detail from an outdoor mural, Prescott Public Library, Prescott, Arizona
Picture this:
a woman
full of innocence
finds herself
trapped
in a confining marriage.
She thinks to herself:
I am capable
of escaping this maze
and pursuing my dreams,
even though the huffing monster
edges closer and closer—
and she does!
Poem and photo © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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