it doesn’t seem right
to have a bag
on the tree
in the place
where I’m used to seeing
Magpie
a little bit lower
but
that’s splitting hairs
on a tree that speaks to me
of morning
and Magpie
and it’s too high up
to grab it
too high up
to shake it
loose and free
too high
for anything but staring
at a bag
in the tree
where I’m used to seeing
a Magpie
it’s not right
it’s not fair
it’s a plastic bag
that holds nothing
but the passing breeze
and a noise
enough
to displace
the Magpie
© Frank Prem, 2017
September 2017 Poem #6: toast miles at the brek-café
Love the photos, the poem, and the memories these invoke. I have stared up many a tree wondering what that plastic bag could be …
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Ha, yes I know. I’m looking at it as I write and wondering why it isn’t somewhere else. Oh well! It’s a windy day here – maybe it’ll move along by the end of it.
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Nice structure and beautifully written poem! Good choice for the challenge
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Thank you Shibin. And thanks for commenting.
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An universal phenomenon
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Yes it is Derrick. I don’t care for it much, I’m afraid.
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No
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Love this poem. Go away, plastic bag. Go away! 😊
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Hi Irene. Thank you. It’s still there, unfortunately, and no Magpie.
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You have brought us so effectively into your moment, place, and experience. A wonderful poem and still shame to the person who let it out of the bag.
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Hi Holly. Thank you so much.
It’s still there sadly, but somewhat tattered. Hopefully it’ll blow down soon.
I wrote a little accompanying piece for this one. I might pop it up next.
Cheers and thanks.
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hope your magpie comes back soon
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Thanks. I’m sure he will.
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I heard that they call these things “witches’ knickers” in Ireland. Hoping we won’t see so many now we have to buy our plastic bags here!
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Good luck with it. They’re quite pervasive.
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funny again. I wish I had the talent to write funny ehhe>
Actually, Frank, I have two black tank tops that flew off my clothesline two months ago. They have been hanging out on my Tamarac tree caught in its tentacles. At this point, we are all betting on how long they will stay up there. I am glad your Magpie has returned. 🙂
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It was a great relief to me when the bag blew itself away. A disturbance to the psyche of my garden. Thank you.
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