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Wednesday, December 15, 2010

Magpie Tales 45



Blessed Mother, May I?


Called in the midst
of copious play

to draw stick pictures
in the clay.

To share among the masses
a jar of strained peas,
another of carrots.

Then turn the Happy Meals
on their sides - choking sized toys
be scattered.

So much
for a child prodigy
to do.



2010© Michael A. Wells

13 comments:

gerry boyd said...

Bravo! Love the ending.

Helen said...

Brilliant take on the photo!!!

Kristen Haskell said...

nice Magpie. Merry Christmas

Jinksy said...

to draw stick pictures
in the clay

And we still look the same...

Gemma Wiseman said...

The poem is so very creative! But I especially love the respectful request as the title!

Berowne said...

Very enjoyable post...

Linda Bob Grifins Korbetis Hall said...

vivid imaginations...
beautiful ending..
great magpie.

Tess Kincaid said...

Stellar piece, Michael. I love the childhood game the title suggests, as well. Brilliant.

gautami tripathy said...

What a great Magpie!

a picture

Other Mary said...

Great closing lines!

signed...bkm said...

Great write...love your take...bkm

Suz said...

interesting take on the photo
enjoyed the reading of it
Merry Christmas

Andreas said...

The joy of play interrupted by the demands of adults: bursting bubbles. I certainly don't envy the kid. The worst part of childhood is all the growing up to be done.

Thank you for a a very interesting read.