Mapie Tales: Alight

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Alight

Training on man made tracks
I head for the light at the beginning of the tunnel
Hoping I will come out intact, whole,
A strong warrior of my kind.
Striding the land in confidence,
I am assured to prevail.
The dawn tells me so. 

© Gerry at Strummed Words

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MagpieTales: Afloat Senryu

photo by Toni Frissell

Afloat or dreaming
With arms not touching ground, earth.
Worlds above drift by

© Gerry at Strummed Words

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Magpie Tales: Clouds

Clouds

Driven indoors by an unruly wind and a cloud covering the sun,
I wait for breath and stillness
A lack of motion
The sun's rays on my feet again.

- Gerry Young


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Magpie Tales: To Flame, Moth Mother

To Flame, Moth Mother

Like a moth to flame you approached;
Too near.  Too close, you were singed and your wings
seared.

Too much, in retreat you bent
back your wings into the dusk of dark trees
and extinguished your own dwindling flame

Another light replaces yours while you flicker
in a darkness plagued by regret,
perhaps one day to venture again
into a new bright light.

© Gerry at Strummed Words

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Magpie Tales: Time on a Reel

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TIME ON A REEL

TEACh me how to use this infernal machine.
I know it's old fashioned and from my grandmother's time
But it has her voice and her songs and my childhood
imprinted on its aged plastic tape,
my young years with my grandma magnetized
and put on a reel. So that I might hear her once again
and my own plaintive voice singing along.

How precious is time, present and past.
We hold it in memory and look to it for our future,
It is the key to ourselves.

But this infernal machine has stumped my time, in this present.

© Gerry at Strummed Words