Sunday, August 28, 2011


Magpietales #80

Their feathers shorn
he leaves the shop
Cockscomb bright.

The night is young
Rain washed clean.
A different shearing

Awaits. The
 rubber shod figure
will soon crow.



Blogger Morning said...

a different shearing,

love the uplifting story.
well done.

1:14 PM  
Blogger The Cello Strings said...

Awaits. The
rubber shod figure
will soon crow.

enjoyed every single word.

well done.

1:46 PM  
Blogger Tess Kincaid said...


2:40 PM  
Anonymous Henry Clemmons said...

Yes, I too enjoyed the positive take on the pic. Great write.

3:56 PM  
Blogger kaykuala said...

What would he then be shearing? Not sheep would it? Love the staccato bursts of words in the verse.


6:40 PM  
Blogger HyperCRYPTICal said...

Enjoyed every single word too.

Anna :o]

4:08 AM  
Blogger Cad said...


4:08 AM  
Blogger Lydia said...

Wonderfully worldly!

6:34 AM  
Blogger Mary said...

Seconding Cad's comment. VERY clever.

6:58 AM  
Blogger Friko said...

I don't understand?

7:06 AM  
Blogger Brian Miller said...

nothing like a fresh cut and shave to make you feel like a new man...smiles.

11:41 AM  
Blogger Reflections said...

Freshness exuberates in this one... like the morning to the day.

2:19 PM  
Blogger Tumblewords: said...

Brilliant burst of imagery!

3:48 PM  
Blogger Mimi Foxmorton said...

Cockscomb bright......
I like that phrase.......


1:56 PM  
Blogger Arnab Majumdar said...

The rain surely knows how to wash away a lot of things.

Arnab Majumdar on

8:48 AM  
Blogger Theresa Milstein said...

This has a lovely rhythm.

1:55 PM  
Blogger Trellissimo said...

Crow away, cockscomb!

8:37 AM  
Blogger Churlita said...

Someone has been transformed for the better. I love that pic too.

4:08 PM  

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