Contemplating.

Contemplating.
Wayzata, Minnesota

Tuesday, June 18, 2013

The Mag - 173

I swear there was electricity in the air, but it was merely, Mary Poppins.




THE MAG






Image, The Promenade, 1918 by Marc Chagall






SUPERCALIFRAGILE
(Mary Poppins on Holiday)
 
 
 
Oh Mary,
shivers chasing down my spine,
I can't reach your hand.
 
 
Plumes of clouds burst between us
burning the hills
thunder pulsed, pushing you-
 
Off into the sky
one last dance across the sound stage
of my heart.
 




But,
Will you ever return?
 
 
 
 
 
 
"That's a piecrust promise.  Easily made, easily broken."
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

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5 comments:

TexWisGirl said...

liked this line: one last dance across the sound stage

anthonynorth said...

An excellent interpretation of the pic. Enjoyed it.

Jerry E Beuterbaugh said...

Is there a 50 Shades of Mary Poppins book out there?

Grace said...

A lovely response, specially the second verse ~ Hopefully she will return ~

Little Nell said...

Clever and witty Karen!