Skeletons

 

The telling of my skeletons

 

I love to tell of my skeletons, brash

Grotesque, once they roamed the prairies with pride

Instead today, they hang around my house

 

There is this other fellow

he's thriving in my closet

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Photos and poem copyright, Jimmiehov 2014, all rights reserved

 

Today I am linked with Margaret at the Real Toads, Artistic Interpretations (link)

 

Margaret has an excellent of post showing skeletons on display by various artists.  Go see (link).  She also has asked us for our "artistic  interpretations."  This was mine, very simple, like I am.

 

The steer head skull I have here is one I rescued from my 'bachelor son', Tim.  He had is laying under a tree in his front yard (garden to U.K. people) .  I had always wanted one and now have this one on my request.  Thanks, Tim.  The red is two-fold, a University of Nebraska flag, but it also represents the matador's cape just in case he could have had a Skelton in his closet.

 

We have a family skeleton our closet.  It belonged to Mom, she died with all the details, keeping it well.  I would have loved to have known more, she was a bit ashamed of it (or more perhaps like did not want to boast). 

There was this family, we believe with royalty, with a person in Mom's line who married out of favor and as a result was disowned.  There were two mysterious visitors who came, once when she was younger and still at home.  He was wearing a uniform, perhaps like a Prussian.  We don't know details of this visit. 

Then after WWII someone came, Dad said he was offering money which she declined.  Reparation funds we all think.  Sounds of a Charles Dickens' tale.  I loved reading Bleak House (Link).

Good Customer? -- Work in progress

 

 



Day I remember, Macy's bag in hand

I went to the mall, present there to buy 

Object of my search nonchalantly passed

I didn't recognize a soul around

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I had started this in hopes of a later poem.  The copied flyer was a part of Victoria Secret's Christmas Special.  I did buy Mrs. Jim a pair of pretty red checked PJ's for Christmas, then saved this one.  But then I didn't go back to use the free panty offer's coupon.

Mainly I'm not sure of where I'm going with it.  Secondly, I ran out of time the day I started.  Although it is based on a true experience, there will be additional information that may not necessarily be true.

Perhaps I should return to Victoria's and watch the men who came in, see how they act, what they do, and how they were treated.  When I came in I was treated very nicely with the clerk giving me some very useful suggestions.  But I did end up with the red PJ's shown in the flyer.

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Photo, poem, and explanation copyright, Jimmiehov 2014, all rights reserved

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Today I am linked in with Isadora Gruye at (Real Toads, Poems in Progress)(Link)

 

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