Wednesday, March 6, 2013

A Clenched Fist: Magpie Tale

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photo by TheFoxAndTheRaven 

A song, a smile and she
opened her heart,
only to have it snatched by
a dark raven intent on a steal.

Why, oh why?
The hollow hurts where once
there was harmony
with a clenched fist.


-Gerry@Strummed Words


12 comments:

turtlememoir said...

"The hollow hurts where once
there was harmony" - nice

Ladys Knigt said...

wrote from a similar tack
the hollow is a painful place to be found

Anonymous said...

ughh
I mistyped in the URL
Ladysknight

Helena said...

Succinct with sad embers. Nice.

Tess Kincaid said...

I like your ravenly take...

Tumblewords: said...

Oh, dear. It does hurt. Wonderfully penned.

Rambly T said...

so many times we 'open our heart' for it to be stolen...nicely worded.

Rambly T said...

so many times we 'open our heart' for it to be stolen...nicely worded.

Rambly T said...

so many times we 'open our heart' for it to be stolen...nicely worded.

Rambly T said...

so many times we 'open our heart' for it to be stolen...nicely worded.

Rambly T said...

so many times we 'open our heart' for it to be stolen...nicely worded.

Rambly T said...

I have no idea why my response came up so many times - I sincerely apologise!