For Magpie Tales, the prompt photo shows a beautiful old cemetery with a central monument bearing the single name Moore. I have chosen the Pleiades form for the following short poem.
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| Prompt provided for Magpie Tales |
Monument
Mrs. Moore is no more
maybe she’s in heaven
making baby booties
meant for baby angels
mothering ev’ryone:
maid or man or master—
Mrs. Moore looks after
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19 comments:
Great words for the pic.
Mm!
this sounds like a real challenge!! but i like what you did with it..x
Very good, Kay. You really have a gift with words.
nice take...
JJRod'z
Mrs. Moore sounds saintly! Nice one Kay.
marvellous!
Poor Mrs Moore must have died taking care of everyone on earth and looks like she has not learnt from her mistakes as yet!! ;) LOL!!
Ah, no rest for the Mrs., even in death! Great poem and great job with the Pleiades!
More to look after in heaven you know! ( she did) Thanks.
Interesting poetic form. I enjoyed your tribute to Mrs Moore.
(I see you live one province over! I am in B.C. Lovely to find you today.)
a mothers work is never done...even in heaven...smiles. nicely played to form...
This is sweet. It reminds me of the Mrs. Moore in the movie "A Passage to India" who reminded me of my grandmother, both of whom were heartbreakingly sweet. My Magpie this week is A Plot Both Great and Grand.
I am impressed with the way you managed a difficult poetic form ... thoroughly enjoyable.
Charming!
Marvelously
Magnificent. :)
Poor Mrs Moore!
Excellent.
Anna :o]
Dear Kaye: Pleiades My how shiny this light Made heavenly bright More light please upon Moore (now you got me doing it!)Magical fun! :)
Sweet!!
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