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:

Anonymous 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.

Unknown said...

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

Unknown said...

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

Unknown said...

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

Unknown said...

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

Unknown said...

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

Unknown said...

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

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