Blue Willow dishes stacked so high
vested with crumbs of yesterdays pie
who would think that it was the last time
that all would change
that you would die
Now the dishes are silently stacked
into the boxes sadly packed
who would think that it was the last time
that all would change
that you would die
This is a submission to Willow's wonderful theme site
Magpie Tales, #14 about a treasured plate. The link to this
site can be found on the right.
14 comments:
oh, a mournful dirge...yet brilliant magpie!
So sad, I didn't guess what was to happen. Loved the line 'vested with crumbs of yesterdays pie..'
Christine
What a lovely magpie!!!
how sad...but that is life. One minute we are eating pie and laughing and the next we are forced to say good pie to that guest...
very simple very beautiful in a mournful way.
how mournfully beautiful....like the call of a bird who has lost her mate.
Life is so very much like this. One day you are living life and eating pie...and the next you are forced to say good bye to a loved one.
beautifully written for a sad magpie!
This is a thought-provoking Magpie and well done!
I liked the rhyme and metre. Very good.
Poignant piece. Sad and true.
Ringing with truth -- a sad and beautifully told.
Joanny
Oh this is a sad one indeed. But beautifully written.
Nice rhyme. I know that feeling, of "what happened to yesterday?" and packing boxes.
Life, it is what it is!! Thank you...
So sad. Loved it because that's how life is, isn't it?
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