A rusty old lock
on my rusty old heart
the good and bad secreted inside
together like gum stuck to my shoe
on a hot summer day.
Step, scwintch, step, scwintch,
trying to run through the minefield
that life has become
tossed from bash to blast
like children skirt the cowpies
in the baseball diamond out back.
A rusty old lock on a splintery
sagging wooden gate,
missing its silver key --
all tarnished and black.
This was written in response to a Magpie Tales prompt. Write your own and link here to see the others.
I have been an AWOL blogger for a week or so now because I have been working on the tiger and cow quilts. I've almost finished the tigers -- all the blocks and inner borders are quilted. I have only the last three borders to finish -- hopefully tomorrow. I'll post pictures when it's done.