alma

Image via Magpie Tales

Alma
she, the practical godmother 

of re purposed filled lives

did so, not out of
fad or fashion
or deep cosmic guilt

but rather frugality
borne out of
horse drawn necessity

with Alma
one was never allowed
to simply “be”

a spoon could not
just stir
a kettle had to do more than
just boil

one trick extravagances
had no business
in her business

for Alma
“just doing your bit”
was an unforgivable sin
and a grotesque waste
of limitless talent

she eschewed
the flock trotted superhighway
and blazed her own way
in inventive fashion

the future
sewn and soldered 
formed from 
whatever she had on hand
waiting to be reborn
and twisted 
drifting from the past

Rene ~ July 2013

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critters

Image: Helen Ward via Magpie Tales

It’s always a sight at the trattorie
when wild city critters make a scene

crumbled cake, candelabras
chaos and weasels in starched collars

paper crowns, rumpled nightgowns
won’t someone turn that racket down?

reptilian wait staff spin and slither
a tortoise brings breakfast in time for dinner

but there…
in the midst of all the clatter
a honey badger pot scrubber
for whom the noise doesn’t matter

he keeps to himself, he doesn’t care
doesn’t give a whit about the whole affair

he sticks to his task, gets it done
then leaves the city moon for the country sun

Rene ~ April 28, 2013

monhegan

she was beauty ripe
golden,
delicious
in a place where
life has teeth
and apples
are hard to come by

she was the siren
in the
salty song
of the lobsterman
and the sunrise
on the tip of
an artist’s brush

she was a slice
of time come of age
here, on Monhegan
until, without signal,
she was gone
painted into myth
like the hermit of Manana

Rene ~ April 21,2013

For Magpie Tales

“Fools stand on their island of opportunities and look to another land. There is no other land, there is no other life but this.”

– Henry David Thoreau

Image: Monhegan’s Schoolteacher, Jamie Wyeth, 2004