This pixie
with the fragmented
smile
picks up your fallen
papers
your fallen days
as the elevator
lightly hammers
eleven…
twelve…
thirteen. She vanishes
through the doors
thirteen thirteen thirteen
and you continue
to nineteen
feeling all the pressure
of five stops between
How many times do you ride
and return
forgot my coffee cup
forgot my phone
forgot…
waiting for enchantment
at thirteen?
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Day 8 of NaPoWriMo / GloPoWriMo and we are encouraged to explore the magical and mysterious in our writing. In keeping with the mystery of April, I continue the unintended story of two people that began on Day 3.
She & He #6
The imagery the lines ‘feeling the pressure/of all five stops in between’ is just perfect
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Thank you, Carol! I didn’t intend to craft a story in April, but somehow it is turning out that way. I appreciate you stopping by to read.
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Thirteenth floor! You (the you of the poem) certain she was a pixie? Jilly, did I detect the return of the scar? Or was that a fragment of my imagination? You have my attention for this poetic narrative that seems to be taking place. I really am enjoying the voice.
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Thanks, Charley! Yes, that fragmented smile is a reference to the scar. I am enjoying writing this, though it wasn’t was I set out to do in April. These two characters have my full attention – like watching a movie playing out on the paper.
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It gets better with each installment.
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It took me a tempo of “thirteen… thirteen… thirteen…” before my mind kicked in. Great stuff. Hey, pixie, bring back Jill’s stuff! Hey, wait, is the pixie Jill? Who’s thirteen here anyway?
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So many questions; so few answers. We are, after all, each searching for truth. LOL!
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lovely! – the stop -start rhythm just perfect for the elevator enchantment
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Thanks, Laura! I worked that section in hopes it would come off that way. Glad it did.
Hey – nice new gravatar you have there – Looking great 🙂
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