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).
Labels: Antiques, Family, Poem, Syllabic Form