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You Were Meant to Fly


You open the kitchen door, Mother,
and slip into the woods
after supper.
There is no trail to follow,
but you do not worry;
swarms of stars
wait to greet you
and show you the way.
 
You leave your valuables behind;
masked strangers can have them,
and you will not moan over your losses.
You know you’ll get what you need for
your journey at just the right time.
 
You were meant to fly—
the stars will deal gently with you.

 

Poem © 2018 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
  
More Sunday’s Whirligig #161
   
More Poetry Pantry #403 at Poets United

Blessings

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Sacred Heart Catholic Church, Clifton, Arizona
 


From hands stained with grace
to those whose need is greatest,
seven blessings flow.

 
Poem © 2016 and photo © 2013 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More Sunday Scribblings 2: “Seven”

Taking

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Sonoran Desert, Maricopa County, Arizona
 


autumn afternoon—
from the lengthening shadows
taking what I need

 
Haiku and photo © 2015 by Magical Mystical Teacher

Needy

original
 


the need to begin—
devious plans for murder
blooming at midnight
 
~~ ~~ ~~
 
the need to begin—
frowning at the obstacles
on her chosen path
 
~~ ~~ ~~
 
the need to begin—
her venomous intentions
seething in her brain

 
© 2015 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
More Sunday Scribblings 2: “The Need to Begin”
 
More Three Word Wednesday: “Devious, Frown, Venomous”

Grotesqueries: Take Three

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Each grotesquerie begins with a phrase purloined from One Hundred Years of Solitude by Gabriel García Márquez, the Colombian novelist who died 17 April 2014.
 


 
~~ 1 ~~
 
dusty iguana
without a squeak advancing
on a hapless fly
 
~~ 2 ~~
 
wind from the graveyard
a treat for ghouls and goblins
how their nostrils twitch
 
~~ 3 ~~
 
Leave the whitewashed walls
to mate with floor and ceiling—
reproductive rights.
 
~~ 4 ~~
 
To play the zither
you need the skill of David,
the patience of Job.
 
~~ 5 ~~
 
With a gardenia
perfuming the kitchen’s pores,
all the saucers smile.
 
~~ 6 ~~
 
in his burning bed
a moth begins to flutter—
messenger of grace
 
~~ 7 ~~
 
the holy scriptures
where gods are meeting mortals
on unleveled fields
 
~~ 8 ~~
 
fabulous nightmare
according to the report
written in shorthand
 
~~ 9 ~~
 
jugglers with six arms
losing face when they fumble
and the balls go down
 
~~ 10 ~~
 
covered by strange maps
of fantastical places—
north wall of her room
 
~~ 11 ~~
 
at the desk scribbling
the old woman’s rueful laugh—
all her unpaid bills
 
~~ 12 ~~
 
In the sewing shop
the owner takes a survey
of the mannequins.
 
~~ 13 ~~
 
More baskets of bread
are stuck in Danish doorways
than in London lanes.
 
~~ 14 ~~
 
preaching in Latin
to pigeons in the town square—
gibbering old priest
 

 
© 2014 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More Poetry Pantry #203
 
More The Sunday Whirl, Wordle 162

Succor

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Yuma Pioneer Cemetery, Yuma, Arizona
 


One in need
turns to Lady Blue
for succor.

 
Text and photo © 2014 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
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More The Sunday Whirl, Wordle 143: “One, Need”
 
More Mornings with Mary at Recuerda Mi Corazon