you dreamt this,
she said. i had
a trick involving string,
a snide loop, a special knot.
i had learned it from my dad
– seen it once in 1970 something.
every magician needs an assistant,
be they beautiful or a drunken old shepherd
with hoof coloured teeth and field hands.
but he had a clasp knife unfolded already
and you, you i wanted to impress.
the secretion of a length under the tongue,
quite snug by the gum, fooled everyone.
but he cut me by accident
and i bled roses.
and everyone clapped as i took a bow and swallowed and bloomed.
nickreeves 
Great post 😁
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‘hoof coloured teeth and field hands’, what a fabulous image!
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Thanks, Jane. It struck me as a truth. It was a godsend evening: cider flavoured with new friends in a strange town. And I remembered a string trick!
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Dig it much. How did i not notice.
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Brilliant! I love the imagery and the fact it takes me somewhere that I haven’t experienced. Well-crafted piece.
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Thank you, Eugenia. Very much appreciated.
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You’re welcome.
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“I bled roses” – love this image.
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Thanks, IM&O.
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