Thursday, May 16, 2013

The Nestling


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The Nestling




Taking my bucket
up from the well
I slipped on the
stone of your song.

Dark water splashed
cold on the ground,
the black seed split
at my feet.

Its leaves were razors,
its stem was a spear
that held on its tip
my earthworm heart.

You ate the grey muscle.
Your wings grew strong.

~May 2013



55 squirmy things for      the g-man





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12 comments:

  1. dang...vicious write....slipped on the stone of your song is a great line joy...then the seed becoming a spear, piercing your hear that they might eat it and become strong...dang...

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  2. I'm going to email you my comment for this one, my friend.

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  3. Moonbat...?
    Ok, so this is about brain eating Zombie Hummingbirds?
    What a Novel Idea!
    Your creativity knows NO bounds
    Loved your Hedgeillogical 55
    You Rock The Prairie Baby!
    Thanks for the beautiful confusion, and have a Kick Ass Week--End

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    1. You rock the Undead Kasbah, G. Same to you.

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  4. Dangerous stuff. Makes me want to be very cautious around you. :)

    Flash 55 - Promises

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  5. The cycles of life...and death...rebirth...and how we are all have the scavenger in us. Loved it, hedgewitch!

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  6. Joy Ann, here I thought you were going to go all tame on me. Your metaphor is wonderful and perfect.

    Pamela

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  7. Super strong. The distillation of it - the fifty-fiveness- is wonderful--allows it to end with that slight ambiguity = terrific. k.

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  8. Now that is a powerful write. Edgy but great depth.

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  9. Ouch - I think I've planted that seed too. Razor sharp goodness Joy.

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  10. Hedge, this is a sonnet in 55 words! I'm blown away by it. I love a story which begins at a well, it takes me back to fairy tales - here is the humble maiden in a dark realm, drawing her dark water and pierced by a bird's song, at once regenerative and voracious.

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