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Women in the Photograph


I.
Women in the photograph
Do not smile and do not laugh.
“Bones,” they croak, “are fine when brown.
Can we buy some in your town?”
 
II.
Skin of language, weight of air,
Ravens weaving patterns there
In the presence of your friends—
See the way the sunlight bends?

 
  
Poem © by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More Sunday’s Whirligig #207
 
More Poetry Pantry #445 at Poets United

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”

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”