
Bones On The Beach
Those bleached white bones there,
I can’t help wonder what you were
before you became unrecognisable.
What curdling horror took you.
What oxygen clotting grip closed
on your taut sinewed neck.
Did the air smell like metal, and
was terror in the pit of your voices
that interrogated your choices –
to flee this way or that way, and
was the sky blue, or did you squint
and blink while rain fell on your face.
I can’t myself: What were you before
the sun bleached your bones like teeth.
Written forΒ Miz Quickly’s 19 August photo prompt: include smell, colour, shape. ImageΒ is from Miz Quickly’sΒ site.Β Shared with @Miz_Quickly and @Experimentsinfc #APoemADay on Twitter Β Β©Misky 2021
12 responses to “Miz Quickly’s 19 August”
A gripping, emotive read!!
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Thanks! I think I’ve been watching too much David Attenborough.
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π Now I want to read it in his slightly whispery, beautifully British tones. The skeleton in its natural environment – we’re filming… don’t scare it off!
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A skeletal birdcage! Impressive writing. When we happen on bones like that we are sharply reminded of our own mortality!π
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A birdcage! Yes, of course! That’s one big bird.
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Misky, are you Miz Quickly?
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No, I’m not Miz Quickly. I run Twiglet prompts. The real person behind the Miz Quickly mask however is one of the most talented poets I know. Quickly comes and goes at will, reappearing without warning from the briars for a few weeks.
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How wonderful and mysterious!
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Ignore that question if you want. I just wondered if I was supposed to know and had been stupid. LOL
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You rock the response to a very evocative prompt, M. Mindblow moment.
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Thanks! βΊοΈ
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