There’s an old man
on the corner of North
and True who says
he’ll show me
the way
,
but his compass rose
blooms at the bottom
of a bottle
,
so I think I’ll stick
with this molasses sky
and a map
-led moon.
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Oh no, nothing good can coming from the bottom of a bottle if you want to find your way
Amen to that, B.
Oh, map-led, mapled, marvellous. This is just gorgeous.
Thanks, Sarah. You know I loves me some hyphens. 😉
You deserve all the hyphens!
Ha! Thanks. And I shall take them.
I like the title, De, which kind of put me in mind of Bob Dylan or Whistler! A compass in a bottle is ominous. I love the play on words in the final stanza.
Thanks so much, Kim.
Love the word break specially the mapled moon. And you will never know what you will find at the bottom of the bottle under the molasses sky.
Well that’s true. Perhaps even a message written in stars.
A brilliant write, De!
Thanks so much.
Oh–
“a map
-led moon.” Wonderful! Such a well-crafted poem, De!
Thank you, Merril. She gives you sticky fingers if you try to take a bite. 😉
You’re welcome, De. Hahahaha.
Fantastic.
Thank you so much.
I’ll give you the map and the moon …. I’m ready to check out the old man! Your quadrille is a delight!! Thank you for the challenge today.
Thank you, Helen.
De, there are so many of those people standing on metaphorical corners, happy to lead the way. The moon has at least the illusion of being trustworthy…
Well, she is a light thief. 😉
De, this stunning imagery! The map led moon is sooo good!
Thank you so much, Colleen.
You’re most welcome. 🙏🏻
And thank you for the blog follow.
Love the molasses sky.
Thank you!
This is unbelievably clever, De. A molasses sky? A maple moon? And then the way you got “LED” in there! You are so crafty. ♡
I also see how lightly you touched on a possibly sinister storyline in the opening — perhaps a dangerous Santa eyeballing a child the wrong way. This could be very creepy, but you make it clear that the speaker will stay safe.
Oooo, that IS a creepy take!
Thanks, girl.
follow the stars for sure. leave that guy with thebottle well behind.
Amen, Rog.
Nice one. Maybe better to go for a new age technology map find than look back to the old😊
Much💖love
Thanks, Gillena.
Choose the mapled moon anytime over map in bottom of a bottle! Thanks, De, for guiding our prompt today 🙂
My pleasure, lynn. Thanks!
Just stick with me — No way
I liked this, De. No telling where that “compass” would take ‘you’ guys.
BTW, I did make the change. Thank you for getting me straight. The instructions this time didn’t say a word or words I could use to I just mapped it out without.
My change was in the first two lines,
“It’s over the hill
just read the map”
and then the same directions, the second original line disappeared with the same word and syllable count. Worked our fine.
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Perfect, Jim! Glad you were able to adjust it easily, and still an awesome poem.
I do see I wasn’t as specific in the body of the post as I usually am, but the end section did say this:
“Pen us a poem of exactly 44 words, not counting the title, and containing some form of the word map.”
Great poetry.
Thanks so much!
Beware of what one might see at the bottom of a bottle…could be good or evil …pirates often hid treasure maps in a bottle….so it made me think of a whiskey sky.
Ohhhh, a whiskey sky! LOVE!
The map will get you there every time! Well done.
Thanks, Dwight.
You are welcome, De.
Brilliant poem and imagery!
Thank you!
The humor in this one got me, of course, one must not trust what’s at the bottom of a bottle 😄
Thanks so much.
Clever word-play. Your man needs a new map.
He does, indeed. Thanks, Jane.
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“The corner of North and True…molasses sky…a map-led moon.” The bottle that blooms. The bottle that leads or misleads comes in many forms. Excellent word artistry, message and imagery. 🙌
Thanks so much.
Good choice! I want to eat that molasses sky and map-led moon up with a spoon. I always dig your wordplay!
Thanks so much, Jennifer.
A wise decision, I’d say – and much more fun too.
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