30 April 2010

Magpie Tales #12...Flesh and Bone

screaming in silence,
skin flayed from bone
raw meat beneath,
but red-blooded
severed limbs die
with no blood supply
tips of digits turning
ivory and rubbery
vinegar-preserved hands
bleed inside glass
scratching at the orb
round and round
calling for lightning,
to free them.
But they are captive
in a bubble of time
a single bubble
that caught them and a fish
in death as they rose,
hands open for freedom
wishing but captive,
hands and a fish.


Suz said...

I don't really know why I liked this one..but I did....eerie!!
I guess I loved the thought of captive in a bubble of time....oh the agony

Helen said...

Wow! That was intense .. in a good way!

Tumblewords: said...

A terrific read!

joanny said...

Powerful intense poem -- love it,

willow said...

...digits turning ivory and rubbery

Ooo, deliciously raw!

little hat said...

Yeah. I was sith the hands image too. I didn't use it but you have beautifully.

Brian Miller said...

oh this magpie smacks of mythology to me...like a hero or villain trapped for all time until some unsuspecting person releases them...very nicely done!

Catalyst said...

Great descriptive writing, Aoife!

Berowne said...


Jingle said...

sharp and you got me in your tale!

Jingle said...


mine is up,
I appreciate your time reading it.

Lisa said...

so vivid that I got a little bit of the heebie jeebies. great use of language!

sheri... said...

wow! pretty intense but your words describe the trauma perfectly! this was a fantastic and creative read, thanks for posting!

She Writes said...

I like this imagery!

Jingle said...


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