Unhinged and Wanted

He wore sharp claws as a bracelet,
and they called him Kid. Still…
he was wanted.

I wonder if that Kid ever got high and unhinged
on green heels of glassed Absente
and ran from the wants of the law.

He could have!
For the kiss of a magpie that sparkles with cinder,
and a tumble in imaginary gardens with real toads in them.



Songs of Absente

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  1. Lovely sort of gardens :)

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    1. Isn't it? All possible and full of toady songs... ;-)

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  2. I love "for the kiss of a magpie that sparkles with cinder."

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    1. Now I'm seeing specks of ash on black feathers, lol!

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  3. green heels.....hmmmmmmmmmm, I'm getting a very strong visual of a Halloween costume.

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    1. Elphaba visiting Wonderland for Halloween. ;-D

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  4. Ha, clever. Especially the last line. Smiles.

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    1. I was only going to write about the Toads prompt--the bottle looked telling. But then I couldn't stop thinking about the Magpie Tales picture of Billy the Kid holding a cat. It was just too surreal to pass. ;-)

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  5. Outstanding, simply outstanding!!

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  6. Wickedly wonderful my dear Magaly!!!

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    1. I do like to combine my Ws. *grin*

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  7. This is perfect dear magaly :)

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    1. Thank you, me Winter Moon!

      It's so good to have you back. ♥

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  8. I could "see it". Very lovely visual over the deeper undertones.

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    1. It's all the green, the glass the cinder and the bit of madness, isn't it? ;-)

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  9. :) Nice writing, Magaly. It sort of makes a hero of the wanted fellow, the Kid. Generally I am not a fan of poems serving double prompts but you did this one nicely and cleverly referenced each in your last line.
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    Oh yes, I am not a total tea totaler, that was just part of my poem. But a six pack of beer is likely to last a whole month in our house.
    ..

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    1. I blame it all on the cat and all the uncanny art they've come up with for the liquor in the prompt. ;-)

      And about the drinking, I think we stand on the same place when it comes to that. I enjoy a glass of fruit wine every now and then. Sometimes the "now and then" are so far apart that my husband jests by asking me if I want a "glass of vinegar" instead of wine.

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    2. Very enjoyable.

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  10. That was very clever, Magaly. I also love the magpie line!

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  11. what a beutiful sing song type lyrics... how lovely was this!!

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  12. Way to tie it all up at the end!

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  13. Some charm here... :)

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    1. It tends to happen with fairy tales... ;-)

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  14. Heh, I think kid was a pretty cool cat!! Enjoyed this very much!!

    Stacy Lynn mar
    warningthestars.blogspot.com

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    1. ...a pretty cool cat, indeed. ;-)

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  15. Better to be kissed by a magpie than a toad. Great write!

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    1. Particularly a sparkly magpie. ;-)

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  16. Love how you slipped magpie in...

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  17. Pssst...such a Garden actually exists! ;-)

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    1. Hoping there with a huge grin on my face and my laptop in hand! ;-D

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  18. Oh i feel the quiver of that magpie kiss, rising above this imaginary garden, and yet alive! Lovely write indeed.

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    1. Magpies are so clever... and everything is possible in an imaginary garden full of real living bits!

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  19. I loved the references here ... very cleverly done :D

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  20. I love when you do imagery in poem form. I'm so in love with this. Please do more. PLEASE!

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    1. I enjoy them quite a bit, so I guess you'll be pleased!

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  21. Absente makes the heart grow fonder...

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  22. I toast you, Isenglass

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  23. He wore sharp claws as a bracelet,

    Loved that and the rest of the poem.

    Actually I think the guy is an arrogant jerk and the cat doesn't like him much either . . . . lol

    Great to see your golden pen flowing ~ Eddie

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    1. Billy the Kid is one of those characters which most people love or love to hate. When it comes to him, I live in the land of I-Don't-Pretty-Care. But that cat around his wrist did offer a cool prompt. ;-)

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    1. Well, gracias, my crow goddess!

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  25. A fabulous little 2 in 1 write!

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    1. Glad you find it to be so... ;-)

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  26. Oh, I've had that Absente stuff. It's not bad, especially considering it's kind of an absinthe knock-off.

    Personally, the best absinthe is called "St. George", it's distilled near to my childhood home in Alameda CA. I recommend it!

    Nobody calls me "kid". They call me "it", and spit between two fingers when they say it; and I shrug, close the door to my room, and hit myself in the face until I can't feel my lips moving anymore. Is the numbness due to the absinthe, or the echo of that second-hand slap from so many years ago?

    I remember it. "What did she say?" I asked, "You don't want to hear it..." my friend said. "She told me to slap you" he said.

    "Do it then" I insisted. So standing there straddling my broken bicycle, I made him hit me. I haven't stopped since.

    That day she sent a messenger to deliver the blow; but together in the dark, on other occasions, she quietly took my hand in hers. Years later, when she'd gone away and come back, she seemed in love with me. But by then I had cut out that part.

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