Thursday, November 11, 2010

Magpie Tales 40

The Medallion

The mystery may be better
than truth.     Her lips wore
the zig-zag stitches, secrets

untold. Wednesday nights
she took a eerie bronzen medallion
from a brushed velvet box
hung it about her neck and left
for a weekly women's social.

Butter and cucumber sandwiches,
crumpets, Egyptian Licorice Tea,
Moroccan Orange Spice,
and Redbush Chai.

Those Wednesday nights
belonged to her alone.
Dad never questioned

but we talked. We wondered
if they met to sharpen their knives
over shared husband stories

or maybe their bonds
were physical - touching on
what was then taboo to speak.

©2010 – Michael A. Wells – all rights reserved

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