Doorway

Magpie Tale 126
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The window was the answer.

It was a question I had always asked. What’s out there?
Mother Gothel never answered.
But she had to have the window. She had to go in and out.
And slowly the window brought my answer.

Out there were pears and apples.
Which came from trees, she let slip. I saw trees from my window so it wasn’t much.
But the trees that I could see never had pears or apples, so it was something.
Out there were dresses. They didn’t grow on trees.
Mother Gothel did not know how much she told me when she told me that.
When she told me how a dress was made, with impatience at my ignorance, she did not know she told me there were people like us beyond the walls of my tower.
I imagined other towers, with other girls.

Mother Gothel never knew I could see the men hunting. Nor did she know one of them sent a bird with a letter to me, through the window.
He told me everything of the world I longed to know. Letter after letter after letter.

Mother Gothel burned them when she found them. But it was too late. The window had brought me answers. When she left, raging, I was ready.

It had taken me a long time to learn those knots. The hunter’s pictures had not been very good. But I secured sheets and curtains and quite a few dresses together. And climbed out of the window, my doorway to the answer, what’s out there?

Squares

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Silver

Fairy beneath moon silver
Beneath soaring in flights
Moon in anticipation of
Silver flights of fancy.

Sea Lore

I walked by the seashore
Walked lifting shells pink – speaking
By shells heard ocean lore.
The pink ocean sand shifting
Seashore speaking lore; shifting secrets.

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Hat

Silk hat; black. Important to us.
Hat for night meetings; Secretly covered,
Black night that we walk in.
Important meetings; we vanish away. Mystery.
To secretly walk away soft like.
Us covered in mystery. Like silk.

Beyond

Magpie Tale 122
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I found a doorway this afternoon
Or maybe it was a window.
I thought the rain left only mud
But there it was, untouched and new.
A forest growing clear and strong
And I could hear the music in its leaves.
It seemed a shame to pass it by
Unexplored and left in memory’s drawer.
So I unlocked the door and went in
Or fell through the window, I do not know.
But I spent the hours there
And met the birds and every flower.
Danced with fairies and joined their feasts
Stopped in a tree and spoke with owls.
I met a unicorn too, and laughed under silver stars
And by their light returned home again.
Without locking the door
Or perhaps I didn’t close the window.
Never will I cease to look
For doorways and windows.
I’ll find them again I know
Beyond the mud to worlds untouched and new.