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When I was a girl

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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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Hint

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Agave blossoms, May 2015, Anza-Borrego Desert State Park, Southern California
 


a hint of shadow
on the skin of the mountain—
blossoms stun the air
 
~~ ~~ ~~
 
the living desert at blossom time

 
Text and photo © 2015 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
More Carpe Diem
 
More SkyWatch Friday
 
More Six-Word Saturday
 
More Shadow Shot Sunday 2

Another Whirl with Solomon

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Each tiny poem begins with a line from Chapter 2 of “Song of Solomon,” taken from the King James Bible.
 
 


 
~~ 1 ~~
 
the singing of birds
gathering worms for their chicks
in the hidden nests
 
~~ 2 ~~
 
the rain is over
for seven years and a day—
empty husks rattle
 
~~ 3 ~~
 
upon the mountains
a rich harvest of pollen
from the cedar trees
 
~~ 4 ~~
 
voice of the turtle
bent and broken with sorrow
as it plods along
 
~~ 5 ~~
 
the little foxes
able to fend for themselves
but choosing not to
 
~~ 6 ~~
 
the winter is past—
a breeze rising from the south
coaxes seeds to sprout
 
~~ 7 ~~
 
shadows flee away
leaving darkness in their wake
on the barren plain
 
~~ 8 ~~
 
among the lilies
scattered patches of hoarfrost—
summer comes too soon
 
~~ 9 ~~
 
among the lilies
the skin of an animal
taken by surprise
 
~~ 10 ~~
 
the secret places—
how alluring their splendor
to famished spirits
 
~~ 11 ~~
 
the banqueting house
where secular debates rage
over cups of wine
 
~~ 12 ~~
 
lily among thorns—
to all who gaze upon it,
enchanting its ways

 
© 2014 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More Poetry Pantry #229
 
More The Sunday Whirl, Wordle 189

Lamentation

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shedding summer skin
willow floats downstream
reflecting season’s end*


a fading chrysanthemum
takes up the lamentation

*Haiku by Maggie Grace of “Falling into Me”
 
Final two lines © 2013 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
More Carpe Diem Tan Renga: “Shedding Summer Skin”