Busted August 24, 2013
Posted by nrhatch in Humor, Magick & Mystery, Poetry, Word Play.trackback
The bust stared unseeing under crust of dust.
A sudden gust blew through the must of curtains hung in the distant mist of times past.
Busted!
Called onto carpet threadbare, I fussed with my hair, mussed by thin air, ‘neath rusty glare and icy stare.
Cussed by chill breeze.
How did I land here?
The product of intent?
Spent passions?
Or the captive off-spring of “just lust”?
Aah . . . that’s better!
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Clever. Made me smile.
Thanks, Jack Spratt! I had fun with this bit of mind meandering.
The best part ~> picking the perfect bust for “Busted.” That is NOT a face I’d like to face after falling on my face in disgrace!
You seem to be in a whimsical frame of mind. This one really catches the eye. It’s marvelous the way the whole thing hangs together and makes such perfect sense.
Thanks, Sandra. I enjoyed writing this bit of flimsy whimsy. 😀
Don’t fall off your chair!
I really haven’t been anywhere,
Through mist and blow and storm and chagrin
You say: My God, look what the must blew in!
What a fun write you had, Nancy…I just couldn’t resist. I can smell that musty ol’ bust. Good grief, did some woman have to wake up to that face each morning? Perhaps she was far-sighted.
XO
Hi Amy! Glad that you couldn’t resist the mist and must. (BTW: We used to say, “look what the CAT dragged in”)
That would be a horrific sight to deal with before coffee, eh? Let’s hope that it’s an “unflattering likeness.” 😉
I often wonder if busts hold souls, if they’re trapped in there because they had one made in life……….
That wouldn’t bother me (since they have no arms or legs). But what if the entire Terracotta Army came to life . . . like ZOMBIES.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Terracotta_Army 😯
Aaaargh! Ok..both your and Andra’s comments are scary!
I hope we don’t give you nightmares . . . with terracotta zombies chasing after you through your dreams. 😉
Clever was also the first word that came to me. Nicely done Nancy.
Thanks, Tammy! Rolling these sounds around on the tip of my tongue was such FUN! 😀
This is brilliant, Nancy. As Tammy says: really clever!
Thanks, Kate! This word play started on a whim and ended up a complete BUST! 😛
Lovely assonance and rhyme. I’m not surprised he had such a bitter, ugly mug – being rendered a eunuch can’t be much fun.
Thanks, BB. I had a ton of fun rolling those words around my tongue.
And good point ~> even before his life became a “complete bust,” he “boasted” missing body parts. So if he looks like horrid person, it’s for good reason. 😛
OO.. wonderful PACE! c
Thanks, Cecelia! I enjoyed writing this . . . rolling the sounds around.
What does the bust see, ignored there n he dust?
He watches our secrets . . . when no one else is watching. 😯
Indeed, but does he tell them to anyone?
Let’s hope NOT. 😉
This made me smile even if the bust’s stare looks kinda scary bears. 🙂
I know what you mean. I’d written most of the poem before selecting the bust . . . then added, ” ’neath rusty glare and icy stare.”
What a lovely piece of whimsy – love the bust. It’s very enigmatic 🙂
Thanks, MTAC! I couldn’t imagine a more illuminating image to illustrate these words.
Or the product of a very curious dream? Been watching any Stanley Kubrick lately, Nancy? 🙂
Haha! Nope. It’s been years and years since I’ve seen The Shining. I’ve never seen Eyes Wide Shut, but I found this clip and, as a skit, it seems to fit just a bit:
I wonder….following Andra’s thoughts on souls being trapped in statues (I so hope that, that would be terrible!!) I wonder if museum exhibits are just as excited to view the patrons of their home?
Ooh . . . perhaps while we’re eyeing the mummies and statuary, the mummies and statuary are eyeing us. 😯
Mhmmm and can you imagine.. the things they’d say about us?? hehehe
Especially given the changing fashions from THEN to NOW.
;D