Thursday, October 28, 2010


Magpie Tale 38
Photo by Tess Kincaid

Everything must have seemed dusty
Deprived of modern conveniences
There was no mirror on the
Dressing table
My cloth is moth eaten.
Living relatives oblivious to our connection.
Centuries have passed and
I am the only one that can tell them
Who their ancestors are.
Not desiring their company in life
I had no intention of turning them
I certainly did not want to be stuck
with them for eternity.

The axe fell and it was necessary to go underground.

I slept a short time
Really just a cat nap
I went to slab in 40.
My agent said, “location, location, location.”
I said, “Ah fiddlesticks, I need something
Old and dark that is all I require.”
Not desiring the absurdity of regular visitors
Relatives carrying on for the recently departed
Traipsing around tempting me with
Heart beats and silliness.
I want crumbling dusty bones
I require ample room.  
One’s sleeping chamber
Should be all these things and
No more.

I came up,
A spring time Narcissus.
Refreshed seventy years later
I am told by those that never slept
I should find concern with
This no longer a possibility
And digital fingerprints
What are these things?

This chatter,
Anecdotes set to ridicule?
Angrily, I bleed the one
That dare sing me a lark.

My finger runs a dust line
Of obscure reflective boxes
Rooms of curiosities
Nothing is the same
 I hiss, “Where are my tomes?”
I long to gaze at familiar
Festal tapestries.

Bounced from the recognizable
Lost in time momentarily
I smile realizing
It was like this
The last time I slept seventy years
Never to fear I will
be au fait with my home  
Once again
Comforted by my
Entrance strategy
A stratagem of deception


kathew said...

whoa....that's some naptime!

Myrna R. said...

70 years? I hope I don't have such ancestors.

JeffScape said...

I don't know if it's my display or just the tiny white-on-black font, but I can't see the words. :(

Mary said...

Wonderfully done. Intense and memorable writing.

JeffScape said...


This almost reads like prose. In fact, it'd make a good prose story.

Thanks for changing the font. I'm glad for the read.

PattiKen said...

This is excellent. Delightfully creepy.

kathi harris said...

Excellent Haloween post.

marousia said...

I really like to details of the ordinary world in this poem - deftly written

Gabriela Abalo said...

wow, truly awesome poem!!

Diane T said...

A passionate poem! Delightfully done!

willow said...

Lots of great energy here. Deliciously dark!

Doctor FTSE said...

Line 2. I think you surely mean "deprived" not "depraved" Well creepy. Enjoy the long rest!

Annie said...

I will be extra careful on Halloween. I wouldn't care to run into this old and gone relative either.

annell said...

I enjoyed your write! Thanks so much...

senderupwords said...

Wonderfully spooky this one. Love and Light, Sender

narcissus said...

Wonderful haunting tale!

Carrie Burtt said...

A perfect response for this time of year....i love it! :-)

Kristen Haskell said...

Doctor FTSE,

Thank you for catching that. I must admit I am so wrapped up in my short story right now that this particular piece was written when I was a little distracted. I am glad for the correction. Now it reads right.

Thanks everyone for your kind comments :)


Friko said...

Get thee away from me, ghost of the past.
I want the here and now!

Brian Miller said...

this was a delightful read...some humor along the way...turning others only to find you have to spend eternity with i could probably sleep for 70 years though..nice mag!

Reflections said...

Ok... I'd have to ponder this long of a nap... but could have possibilties.

Wonderful write.

Kristen Haskell said...

I thought about it and if I was a dark creature that lived for eternity, seventy years would be a cat nap. I think.

Abhilasha-The Desire said...

nicely done...70 years, phew.. that's some nap time but sure still short for a vampire ;)

Rene/ Not The Rockefellers said...

Vampyre is so classy with a "y", isn't it?

I loved this. So deliciously, playfully dark..though I do imagine the vampyre singing like Eliza Dolittle..."All I want is a room somewhere!"..:)

umapoems said...

A gostly story..nice to read it.Happy Halloween!

Bloggin'withAmanda said...

very creepy I felt myself being enveloped in reading... perfect for Halloween!

Lena said...

Deep and moving. I enjoy the imagery this piece conjures up!

Lydia said...

What a unique take on the prompt, Kristen! I found it surprising... and a great read.

Jingle said...

thanks for sharing...

Eric Alder said...

Interesting viewpoint in this one. Nice Potluck dish!

mairmusic said...

Creepily perfect for the holiday-- well done.

Theron Kennedy said...

I love it. The space between. Entrance strategies. :) I love it.

Shashi said...

Dear Kristen

It is great.. I enjoyed the way you have worked the words out and in the end, it was so perfect...
Thanks for sharing...

ॐ नमः शिवाय
Om Namah Shivaya
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Tumblewords: said...

An absolutely devil-may-care deliciousness about this piece - I love the energy and the visuals.

fiveloaf said...

great write!

OJ Gonzalez-Cazares said...

I could use a nap like that! somehow I've always been more mortified about the far future (remember the movie A.I or H.G.Wells time machine?) than the far past. There are things I don't need to know. Great writing!

Helen said...

Finally .... I am able to leave a comment for one of my favorite writers! Beautifully written Kristen.

J. L. Mulvihill said...

I fear for a vampire that is an occupational hazzard.