12.30.2013

At My Funeral

Harmonica will screech
as a depressed troupe
of anthropomorphized candy
bears me to the cemetery
in my pop-tart coffin;
a murder of crows will drop
promissory-note confetti
on the solemn heads
of the temporarily grieving
who, once they get home,
will pop corks and dance jigs.
Posted by Marian at 2:25 PM
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18 comments:

  1. Kerry O'ConnorDecember 30, 2013 at 2:40 PM

    Another piece out of left field - this mixes the macabre with the fantastical, and quite an interesting choice of subject round the death of old year.

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  2. revelationsDecember 30, 2013 at 3:40 PM

    wheewww .. that had an interesting macabre twist to it... now I want a pop tart coffin too... :)

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  3. AnonymousDecember 30, 2013 at 6:06 PM

    hmm. grim confectionary there, marian ~

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  4. LauraDecember 30, 2013 at 6:15 PM

    This feels like a fever driven dream to me.

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  5. Steve KingDecember 30, 2013 at 7:05 PM

    A wild and fantastical rite...out with the old, in with the new. Happy New Year, Marian.

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  6. humbirdDecember 30, 2013 at 7:53 PM

    Good for letting go of sweets and else fantasies :) - end of the year! Happy New Year, Marian

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  7. Kay L. DaviesDecember 30, 2013 at 8:23 PM

    "The temporarily grieving" sounds familiar, unfortunately. Too many people dead or dying in my world right now, too many people too sad.
    K

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  8. Sherry Blue SkyDecember 30, 2013 at 8:30 PM

    This made me smile.........the murder of crows dropping promissory note confetti adds a nice touch!

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  9. Other MaryDecember 30, 2013 at 8:38 PM

    Sounds like a super funeral! I love this image of the confetti drop.

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  10. tiaramesueDecember 31, 2013 at 12:10 AM

    The other comments say it all! Love it!

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  11. MargaretDecember 31, 2013 at 1:41 AM

    My mind took me to several different possible meanings - just great imagery throughout!

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  12. PealogicDecember 31, 2013 at 3:42 AM

    Forgive me, I found the visuals so funny. I shall sit down one day soon and write about my later life and funeral and be inspired by you.
    Ciao
    Pea

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  13. AnonymousDecember 31, 2013 at 6:11 AM

    For me the attending "murder of crows" is the omniscient eye that unspools this grim tale. I've sometimes been the life of this party too.

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  14. hedgewitchDecember 31, 2013 at 7:35 AM

    I hate it when the candy gets uppity like that. To be the filling in a poptart coffin is a rather grim prospect, but at least you're being recycled as deliciousness. ;_)

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  15. SusanDecember 31, 2013 at 9:54 AM

    Another year bites the dust! Happy New Year, Marian, with less confection and confetti, but just as much pleasure coming in the new one. I think it will be a better one.

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  16. AnonymousDecember 31, 2013 at 3:32 PM

    The images are borderline surreal and wildly vivid, and "murder of crows" is a wonderful phrase. With writing like this, I'm grateful that the only funeral service will be for the passing year and not this particular chronicler.

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  17. Mama ZenDecember 31, 2013 at 9:46 PM

    I adore this.

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  18. MarianJanuary 1, 2014 at 3:56 PM

    glad this one is a hit, i like it too. happy new year, everyone!

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