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When I was a girl

masked girl
A mural on a house in San Miguel de Allende, Guanajuato, México

When I was a girl
I wanted to be someone’s wife,
washing his dirty clothes,
then hanging them out to dry
on leafless bamboo poles.
But the day I saw a blackbird
in the backyard bath,
its eyes aflame with fire,
I felt within my skin a stirring
to make paintings
envied by both monk and nun.
Now masked, with brush in hand,
I steal out every night
to splash the darkened city walls
with light, and then more light.

Poem and photo © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
More Sunday’s Whirligig #120
More Midweek Motif at Poets United: “Masks”


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An abandoned and weathered flip-flop, Sonoran Desert, Southern Arizona

following the notes
from a shaman’s bamboo flute
she slips off her shoes

Haiku © 2015 and photo © 2012 by Magical Mystical Teacher


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Discarded catfish carcass, Sonoran Desert, Southern Arizona

howling wind—
an autumn note within
the bamboo flute

even catfish bones
quiver at the sound

*Opening gambit © by Kala Ramesh
Final two lines and photo © 2015 by Magical Mystical Teacher
More Shadow Shot Sunday 2
More A Prompt Each Day: “Flute”
More Carpe Diem: “Kala Ramesh’s ‘Howling Wind'”


Oranges at dusk photo SoCalJune2013213a_zpscc0ddd8e.jpg
Southern California

Oranges ripen
far from the bamboo gardens—
will the dancers come?

Text and photo © 2013 by Magical Mystical Teacher
More Shadow Shot Sunday 2
More Haiku Heights: “Enigma”
More Carpe Diem: “Bamboo Shoots”
More Straight Out of the Camera Sunday