Wardrobe Misdemeanour

A new Magpie Tale.  Thanks to Tess for the borrowed illustration and the prompt.  More serious magpies can be found here.

Wardrobe Misdemeanour

Now you are teasing me, punishing me – killing me

– all I asked for was a drink

O heavens pour then, skies rage, drown us!

Raven fly, leave me

Take messages

Sing!

Tell them never to forget the sky’s revenge

And feed my dragon

Sell my tampons

Divorce my husband and set my people free!

Or then again, keep silent

Can you swim?

x

The Barbie Cycle 7

Ken-Ken

Time    stands still                         for style icons.   Take Ken                                     turning 50 this year
	Back in the day                       Ken                         felt             male His                                 lush blond locks
My guess Ken works out             He is wise                    strong melt factor he slips away Gone are the days he doesn’t want to look like a loser Ken is gay                   a handbag                    draws a blank
	Is that why Barbie dropped him?             because Ken started    relaxing            his prostate her pink                       the pink           the pink            the pink Ken has developed a taste

Found poem, after an article in The Age, January 2011