Monday, 10 October 2011

Magpie TalesMAGPIE TALES

“THE LITTLE KING"

“So like him,” she thought as she walked past
His, (as she called it,) “stupid still life thing,”
“….Arrangement…..”  surely it could not be classed
As that; cold coffee, local rag and….king?
A little plaster model, and so small
Now chipped and faded, destined for the bin.
It, and the mug, she’d like to see them fall,
The coffee drench the king and then begin
To seep and spread, spoiling his pride and joy,
(Oh, yes! To see his disappointed rage,)
Half finished canvas painting, and, oh boy!
His silly smiling face soaked off the page. 
10.10.

 

11 comments:

JJ Roa Rodriguez said...

nice! :-)

JJRod'z

Rosamund Browne said...

Thanks. I like yours too, but for some reason I can't get a post up just now

Brian Miller said...

haha...fun take on the prompt..i could hear this one playing out in her mind...smiles.

Kathe W. said...

someone has some anger management issues....whew! Well done!

Rosamund Browne said...

Thanks JJ, Brian and Kathe. That was a difficult one. She'd also cut up his suits and concreted all his paint brushes into the patio

The Cello Strings said...
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The Cello Strings said...

lovely humor.

Rosamund Browne said...

Hi, the cello strings. Thanks for your brief, small, beautiful post

Cad said...

That sounds like Retribution!

Rosamund Browne said...

Thanks, Cad; It probably was