Embroidering Madagascar

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: September 24, 2018

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Submitted: September 24, 2018



Cascading upwards. Thin pins are topped with bushels of the past

Enclosing him, they loom.

From afar “ they could tip”

Says mother

But in the looming, the top of one has a spy perched

Watching, yellow gems and hooked tail flashing against the blanket gray.

Alerted as the reverberation marches closer,

The cackle-clatter-whir of the beast as it feeds through the undergrowth.

Disturbing the intruder, replacing wide eyes with one of his own.

It follows the old man, Hook, whos job is to pluck her pins. One by two, by three, by four.

“ Just burnishing my right” he makes of state

The last pin is gone.

Silence grows louder now.

Now that “Gold Glory God” has been marked

~ Embroidering Madagascar

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