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It's Another Rainy Saturday

 Posted for The Sunday Muse #161: Gemini. Come peruse the poetry!



There was a haunted story about a haunted house
We used to tell it quietly when it was dark without.

Hot pepper bushes hatch butterflies
Already flaming on the wing
Catch them in a metal cage--
Careful not to singe.

Church windows birth a pair of girls
named Shadow and Reflection
Careful which you look upon
for that is your direction.

There was a haunted story about a haunted house
I've forgotten every moral, every light I've doused.

***

Can you tell I might be ready to skip the heat of summer (and the potential hurricanes) for Halloween? Anyway. Second shot out of the way!! My shoulder swelled up like a golf ball, partially due to me jumping slightly at the shot (sorry, I'm a huge baby about pointy things) but otherwise not a terrible experience. I was worried about a dog punching me in the shoulder afterward (it only happened once) and I may have caught up on my month's ration of YouTube & sleep but onward and upward, right? Many happy returns to Shay and Carrie who are hosting the Muse this week and I hope you are having a productive and happy week!

-- Chrissa

Comments

  1. Carrie Van HornMay 22, 2021 at 1:38 PM

    I adore everything about this chilling and beautiful poem Chrissa! Haunting and lovely with rhyme that pulls it by the arm right before our eyes! I am glad you have gotten your second shot and that is over for you. I think you are not alone when it comes to little sharp things, shots and all that kind of stuff. I think next week is going to be more sunny. (Added note: as of June we are changing Word Crafters to a Hybrid in person outdoors in social distanced setting with on line as well) I am looking forward to it! :-))

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  2. Sherry Blue SkyMay 22, 2021 at 2:06 PM

    I love "careful what you look upon for that is your direction."

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  3. indybevMay 22, 2021 at 2:52 PM

    This reminded me of ghost tales of childhood, campfires and scary tales, scaring ourselves silly!

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  4. Gillena CoxMay 23, 2021 at 6:36 AM

    Happy to hear you got your 2 shots Chrissa. Will get my first this Wednesday
    Luv your poem, the destiny caution in verse 2 is charming
    Happy Sunday, thanks for dropping by to read mine

    Much💚love

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  5. HelenMay 23, 2021 at 6:40 AM

    Poem within a poem .... a wonderful take on the art! Be well, take care of your arm.

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  6. kaykualaMay 23, 2021 at 6:41 AM

    Careful which you look upon
    for that is your direction.

    Good close Chrissa. Good to be forewarned in getting the correct direction as the choice begets the outcome.

    Hank

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  7. CharleyMay 23, 2021 at 12:28 PM

    A slightly incantatory poem. Nicely dark.

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  8. FireblossomMay 23, 2021 at 2:21 PM

    I'm with you on skipping the noise and heat of summer and going straight to fall. Hooray for shot #2! I was knocked out of commission for a couple days after, then was fine.

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  9. qbitMay 23, 2021 at 6:07 PM

    Wonderful!

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  10. ms_liliMay 23, 2021 at 8:03 PM

    Wonderful atmosphere and texture to your poem.

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  11. JimMay 23, 2021 at 10:37 PM

    Chrissa, I enjoyed every line. The second one made me leary, ". . . tell it quietly when it was dark without."
    I had not even a sore arm with mine, us old folk get our in January and I'm ready for my third. Even without a shot, I am recouping from a broken big toe and the pulling of seven upper teeth. The opioids got the best of me last week, still tonight. And I used to crave them.
    ..

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    1. C. SandlinMay 24, 2021 at 7:31 AM

      Wishing you a speedy recovery! Dental procedures are exhausting all around, at least for me.

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  12. Susie ClevengerMay 25, 2021 at 12:25 PM

    This is delightful...It reads like a spell. I too wish to skip the hurricane/heat months of summer.

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