she couldn't read what it said
or whom it was for
the memory only contained the sudden
image
from an antique shop
or estate sale
it was forgotten now
where or when
but the unexpected frailty,
the image,
weak knee'd her
stalled staggering
at this moment held
helpless, sightless,
merely astonished at
the wetness of her cheek
falling into gardenias lain
on the bed,
her robe slipping open,
she turned her body
toward the open window.
- Hoc Scripsi
Image from Magpie #42
not my best effort - but there it is.
Oh my...i do declare Miss Scarlett...
ReplyDeleteI agree - many of these trophies carry on long after their meaning has been lost. Makes you see how vainglorious folks can be, for wanting them in the first place...
ReplyDeletei'd say that's a mighty fine not-best-effort....
ReplyDeleteStunning ...
ReplyDelete"Hoc Scripsi"?
ReplyDeleteIn hoc scripsi vinces. :-)
Very good jhon!
ReplyDeleteI'm thinking I may have to join in on these things...
Beautiful, Jon. There is such pathos to an old, abandoned trophy, isn't there?
ReplyDeleteVery nice. I enjoyed it very much!
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed it too and if this is not your best, can't wait for the rest!
ReplyDeletebeautiful tale.
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