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08 August 2011

Magpie Tales-Yes

Summer Evening, Edward Hopper, 1947

walking home
lights of the city behind them
leaves rustle with the wind
locusts hum
her sandals clicking, clacking
as the moon plays hide and seek
with the clouds
heat lightening flashes
She jumps
He moves closer
She walks faster
Her words "It's late"
Lost in the distant rumble
Of thunder
Ozone and old spice
Follows her
The porch light a beacon
Steps
Creaking,cracking
A bedroom light flickers on
He reaches for her hand
"Could I see you again?"
His words floating loudly
Through the suddenly still air
A bedroom light flickers off
She leans into the darkness
Towards him
Feeling his smile
Whispering
As he brushes her cheek
With his lips
"Yes"


C.M. Jackson 2011


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16 comments:

  1. Brian MillerAugust 8, 2011 at 12:58 AM

    smiles...ozone and old spice...and i am glad she said yes...this has a great feel to it...

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  2. C.M. JacksonAugust 8, 2011 at 8:41 AM

    Brian--me too! you have a wonderfule day!

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  3. C.M. JacksonAugust 8, 2011 at 8:42 AM

    Brandee--

    Thanks for the kind words-c

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  4. Maude LynnAugust 8, 2011 at 10:47 AM

    I love how you created a bit of suspense. I wasn't sure that she was going to say yes!

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  5. cosmos camiAugust 8, 2011 at 11:43 AM

    This was so charming and I loved the holding back of it, keeping it a simple beginning and leaving the future unknown.
    I loved the answer lost in the rumble of thunder part.
    Such a great poem.

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  6. Pat @ Mille Fiori FavoritiAugust 8, 2011 at 12:49 PM

    This was wonderful, CM. You captured the essence of Hopper's romantic painting with your words.

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  7. Stafford RayAugust 8, 2011 at 2:16 PM

    This line brought a smile: "A bedroom light flickers on". The message from the unseen chaperone!

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  8. BerowneAugust 8, 2011 at 3:46 PM

    Nicely written -- well done...

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  9. LolamouseAugust 8, 2011 at 9:19 PM

    I remember the smell of Old Spice. This piece sets a great mood. Brings me back to summer evenings in adolescence.

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  10. LynAugust 9, 2011 at 7:02 PM

    This has the beauty of truth..not a false move within it..tender..

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  11. Erratic ThoughtsAugust 10, 2011 at 7:22 AM

    Lovely!
    I liked everything about your piece...but the 'Yes' did it for me...I'm a sucker for happy stories...
    Thanks for sharing this...

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  12. Doctor FTSEAugust 10, 2011 at 9:48 AM

    What a lovely end to her/his day, beautifully caught in your lines.

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  13. C.M. JacksonAugust 10, 2011 at 10:52 PM

    Thank you all for your kind words--Tess inspires with her Magpies and Hopper is one of my favorite painters..c

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  14. Anna @ waysidewordgardenAugust 11, 2011 at 3:54 AM

    Lovely tale, and I like the suspense until the end!

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  15. HelenAugust 11, 2011 at 6:43 PM

    Oh how this takes me back ... to all those nights my dad would not go to sleep until I was safe inside our home ... turning the light on and off was my signal to say goodbye to whoever had walked me home! Young love .........

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  16. Tess KincaidAugust 13, 2011 at 4:34 PM

    I love summer sounds like sandals clacking, flip-flops flipping.

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