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Picture taken by my friend Cyndi Leos....thank you Cyndi.

Thursday, June 23, 2011

Magpie #70: Familiar...

Photograph by Tess Kincaid
Challenge, hostessed by Magpie Tales

It was a sunny spring day as
she stood across the street
from the court house...
her heart racing in anticipation.

On a whim
she turned and opened
the chiming door
of the second hand shop...

Poking around for thrifty treasures
always relaxed her...
A ray of light through the window
blinded her temporarily,
bumping her against
the corner of metal bin...

Looking down 
she noticed 
the unusual 
cross stitched
pattern
around the antique
framed photograph...

Her breath caught
as her image 
in black and white
stared back 
at her...

Goose flesh arose
upon the back
of her neck...

Something familiar
filled her gut...
an instant
connection
in the dark lashed eyes,
the shape of her face,
her brows,
her nose
and lips...

Her finger twirled 
the air
at the edge of the frame,
as she imagined
 the dark, 
natural curls
around  her finger...

~dkb~

12 comments:

DJan said...

Lovely, Donna. You evoke a feeling inside me that I have felt before, familiar but ancient. Hope you are doing well. Happy Summer!!

Suz said...

wow this was really good
I have had such recognition of things in thrift stores that rose up from memory of something or other...
never have had a face stare back at me like my own....but I wonder... would I buy it if I had
nice sound to your lines

gautami tripathy said...

Such a beautiful poem!

a statement

Donna B said...

My intent was a young woman reaching out to find her birth Mother...just about to embark on her search at the court house, her Mother, with heavenly intervention, urges her into the 2nd hand shop so she could find her Mother's image...

Ladrón de Basura (a.k.a. Junk Thief) said...

I love the idea of someone finding their own image in the mark down bin! When I see those "generic" photos in frames, I always wonder about the real story behind the people.

Thanks for the kind comments on my blog. I am pleased to discover your two blogs. My father passed away in 2006 after his journey with Alzheimer's. What a great idea to have a blog about your experience. I didn't start blogging until just after he passed.

That corgi :) said...

I'm glad you wrote what your intent was, Donna; I wondered how the courthouse played into this; makes sense! Wonderfully written. Makes you wonder, did she find her birth mom?

betty

Pat said...

I loved your poem, and then reading your explanation, even more! Wow!

Steve Isaak said...

Good imagery work.

Anna said...

What a lovely interpretation and surprise ending! Nicely done.

mindlovemisery said...

Oh I love this I have felt this way when looking at certain objects or photos.

Tess Kincaid said...

Enigmatic and haunting. Nice write.

Poetry Potluck said...

visual and powerful.
smiles.


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