Saturday, July 3, 2010

Saturday July 2, 2010 In Response to Magpietales


I thought at first, when
I saw the picture----
Of lovely Japanese fabric,
Madam Butterfly,
Temple bells,
Ladies lean together,
For Juicy local tales,

Only later, did I realize,
These were children's toys,
Popping bright in celebration,
One, Two, Three, Four,
It's a funny thing,
Loud noises sparkling bright,
Oooh and aaah are murmured,
in the night.


  1. This is wonderful! I had to read it to myself out loud! Welcome to Magpie. You're off with a big bang!

    (your URL had an error in the linky worries, I fixed it! :)

  2. I just loved your piece! Lovely!
    "Ladies lean together
    For juicy local tales"
    I just loved that too.:)

  3. Your Magpie is 'delicious!' At first, I saw firecrackers, then I saw wrapping paper - old and tattered.

  4. great Magpie-Juicy local tales and loud noises sparkling bright!

  5. Wonderful!
    Those are some of the prettiest little firecrackers I've seen.
    Nice magging!

  6. Very and yes I too thought at first it was wallpaper or the way your poem wrote about the discovery of what was in the picture...bkm

  7. i know exactly what you mean i was thinking japanese paper... beautiful rhythm to the sway of a talking poem... fireworks

  8. smiles. how our eyes change as we move from childhood to beyond...but i will say i first saw the same...smiles. nice magpie!

  9. Thanks for visiting Poetry Matters ... I have become a follower of your blog ~ easy to do by clicking on 'follow' on the toolbar at top of your screen. Do you not see that prompt when you click on Poetry Matters? It's my second blog and maybe I don't have it set up properly ~ though a few others are following it. Let me know .... have a lovely 4th!

  10. yes the power of the firecrackers to elicit the ooooohs and ahhhhhhs of old and young alike!

  11. Sweet poem, I like your choice of diction. Well done!

  12. A delightful bright and breezy piece offering admiration for what may be considered children's toys!

  13. beautiful fabric,your poem