Magpie Tales
End of Day
The clock stuck the hour
People jostling for position
Finding places in the boats
Flexing their muscles
Pushing and shoving
The game begins
Setting the sails
The journey into darkness was near
Land of dreams and nightmares
The pale rider waits in the dark
He smiles
Perhaps in numbers
They can defeat him
But he always wins
The rules were drawn
In the long ago
In the morning you will
No longer be counted
The score will be posted
Your Mother will grive
It’s just the way
The game has always been played
For the people of Chilmark
annellannell 
It is a pity for the people of Chilmark. The jostling sure looks painful.
Looks like a lot of elbows thrown. Thanks for your comment. Annell Livingston HC 74 Box 21860 El Prado, NM 87529
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Oh, their struggle! you captured it well.
The pail rider always waits.
Yes, he does, thanks for your comment. Annell Livingston HC 74 Box 21860 El Prado, NM 87529
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apt too as Chilmark as you most likely know is on Martha’s Vineyard and many a sailor has set to sea from there. Many have died at sea, I am sure. that struggle that is life.
But always he waits… as the game is played, sidelined, hoping… for that last elbow to be thrown.
Thanks for your comments. And I think you are right. Annell Livingston HC 74 Box 21860 El Prado, NM 87529
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Also, as Chilmark is known for its long-ago high proportion of deaf citizens, interesting that the ringing of the bell causes the rush. But however it ends up, you’re right… so many sailors lost…
Thanks, Annell. Masterfully done. Amy
Yes, that sense of doom hangs over the painting. You describe it very well with “land of dreams and nightmares”.
A grim tale of the pale rider – well executed.
Anna :o]
Thank you for your comment. Annell Livingston HC 74 Box 21860 El Prado, NM 87529
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Nicely done. I’m sure I’ve dreamt a scene like this before, too.
It is so easy to get caught up in the stress of the day to to day and not so easy to release that stress. Lovely job
we can play the game and pretend he does not watch and wait or just play in spite of him…
“In the morning you will
No longer be counted”
I really like that!
Well executed poem written for this picture which did not inspired me. I commend you!
interesting Annell
some good thoughts on how the game has always been played
poignant tale-c
Intriguing piece! The energy is wonderfully played.
Thanks for your comment! Annell Livingston HC 74 Box 21860 El Prado, NM 87529
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You set the stage .. let the games begin.
I enjoyed this take on the prompt. Thanks.
This is incredible I think it suits the image perfectly! The sense of doom, the turmoil, the intensity