Hark! The rhythm

Hark! The rhythm. The pellet drum rattles. The dance begins. The creation, the annihilation, the fleeing in-betweens, and beyond these appar...

Wednesday, July 29, 2015

The prophesier

Slender fingers,
Held my tea-cup.
Purple voice
Poured prophecies.
Something would hit me.
I kept thinking car.
But Cupid's Arrow!
Cagey, Christine.
You didn't tell me that.
Or perhaps you did.
But the voice died in jangle
Of bangles on your wrist.


8 comments:

  1. Interesting take on the prompt with the whole fortune telling angle. ♥

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  2. I always find prophesies to be creepy--so many interpretations. This one worked out well, though :)

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    1. Same here. But I wanted to do some gypsy post and keep it positive too.
      Thank you Marcy for stopping by and sharing a word here.

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  3. You really dug into some great details here, Ruby. Nice job!

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    1. Thank you so much for kind words and appreciation. This is really encouraging

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