Monday, May 10, 2010

a true story




Curse


A psychic said it was in my thirteenth year,
when family gathered in weather most foul, one
near to me cast a curse, unnatural gaze, spurred
by envy, jinxed with hate.

Years later, I met a man, a vendor of junk.
I have just the thing for you, my dear, he winked,
steering me to a trunk with narrow drawers.

It belonged to the local optometrist.

Before me glowed a tray of staring glass, a mix
of size and hues. Entranced, I fixed on blue. Then,
paid, and tucked the orb inside my purse.

Ah, mashallah. You choose wisely. Oh, really, why?
Blue is a talisman to protect you from the evil eye.





willow, 2010



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57 comments:

  1. The eayball arouses awe.
    Thanks though

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  2. That eye is gorgeous!

    I mean, it would be if it were not disembodied.

    I like the poem a lot! It feels very like an excerpt from a literary novel! Which is not (perhaps alas) redundant. I feel as though before or after this passage, we learn something about the protagonist that would clue us in as to why the junk vendor would see her and say "ah! I have Just the thing!"

    But maybe that's just his usual sales pitch.

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  3. Dogimo, in this particular case, I don't think it was just his usual sales pitch. I loved the eyes. I should have bought more than one!

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  4. First of all, I love the photo to go with this story. I can only wonder about what the image might be of, but my guess is an art installation/exhibit.
    Love the story, Willow. I have to believe that you were already protected from other choices you have made in your life and for the most part being an intelligent woman in charge of her destiny more than most. I'm wondering what you thought when you learned of the charms of the blue talisman. Did it bring you a cetain comfort that you enjoy now but never felt you missed, or make you wonder once again about the curse you might have had in store lying in wait. . .
    A great bit of story as always from your place. . .

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  5. When I first saw this weeks prompt, I was miffed thinking, "How the hell am I going to write ANYTHING about a glass eye." While trying to wrap my mind around it, the LINE (as I call it) popped into my head and the writing muse took control. I laughed while writing. I stretched my repertoire, I had fun, and my creative juices flowed! Thanks for such an excellent post. :)

    LisaB at the Jaded Heart (my 2nd blog)

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  6. Thanks, Gary. I took the photo of my blue eyeball, on a piece of vintage tile. The experience of purchasing the eyeball did make me wonder about what the psychic told me about the curse!

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  7. a wonderful poem willow...the eye is very cool to looks at...and what a fascinating tale behind it..

    mine will be up tomorrow...its a bit longer than my usual but it was fun to play with tonight...

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  8. Oh my chills up my spine...When each of my sons was born my mother in law gave each one of them a tiny little eye. Not a complete orb like the one pictured but a tiny half eye, set in real gold, with a small chain & safety pin.
    She told me it was to protect them from evil & to always put it on them when we went out in public.
    I had forgotten all about them... they are now tucked away in their keepsake boxes that I have made for them.
    My mother in law is from Chile & they have a lot of superstitious beliefs like that.
    Great post as always Willow!

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  9. Kinda creepy in a fascinating way! For some reason I pictured Dorothy and the gypsy man just before the tornado struck!

    Rick

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  10. I spy with my little eye
    something beginning with Willow.
    To combat a curse
    she emptied her purse
    and an eye is now under her pillow.

    Happy Monday. Bisou, Cro.

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  11. even though I hate seeing eyes out of place... nice poem

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  12. Another blog from our parallel universe. I painted some eye paintings (including blues) and put them into necklaces in my etsy shop. Evil eye jewelry is currently very popular. Aaron Basha has some wonderful evil eye jewelry, though also very expensive.

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  13. Now, I have to ask... do you carry that in your purse?

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  14. The junk vendor was right, willow, you always choose wisely. An eerie haunting poem that can stare down that "unnatural gaze".

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  15. Willow,
    An eye for an eye; one to protect from the other. Marvelous! I knew there had to be a story behind this orb.
    rel

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  16. Difficult to read those few lines without a cold chill going down the spine.

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  17. Makes me wonder if there is more to this story that will be revealed in time. Wonderful bit of history...both of you and glass eyes. They really are beautiful and a work of art.

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  18. Oooooo.... how did the junk seller know u were going to be cursed!!! Heebie Jeebies!!!

    :D

    PS: i m not able to come up with anything on the image. it looks too scary to me :P

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  19. okay.
    so why aren't my own blue eyes protecting me!!! ????

    xx happy mother's day

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  20. very good, my dear! i'm amazed at the creativity you possess with your magpie, this was a wonderful read!

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  21. Don't laugh but about 10 years ago while visiting Paris my husband headed out to Saint-Sulpice. In front of the church there was a market and we were lured to a booth that had all sorts of replacement parts including a box of glass eyes! During our last trip we stopped in to visit the most unusual shop that had another box of glass eyes but these were different, they had lids with lashes. These were dolls' eyes, all sizes.

    I'm going to stick with the traditional "evil eye" at my house and pass on some of the macabre. Fun post.

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  22. The glass eye. The turned eye. There certainly is a magic associated with 'bad' eyes' Poor people who have to suffer the label through no fault of their own. Thanks for keeping this great initiative going willow.

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  23. great poem. unusual images. somewhat eerie.

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  24. That talisman sure has worked for you..may your good fortune continue!! Love the eye!

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  25. OMG! It is beautiful. I think it must watch over you, Willow. Fabulous.

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  26. Really like this poem, Willow - your extensive reading of poets is really shining through with your use of internal rhymes and expert phrasing.

    I think you'll like my offering this week.

    Kat

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  27. The poem and the image are just perfect together. Makes me wonder which one you found first!

    Thanks for bringing sharing both of them with us!

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  28. Oh I'm relieved that it's glass! I'm an idjit & thought to myself - how does she preserve the color of the iris so well? Oops.

    I liked your poem - it's the sort of response that I had to the prompt, but then I decided to make it more lighthearted...

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  29. The eye color is particularly striking. Hope it's proving effective!

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  30. Fun memory, it must have worked for you too.

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  31. Always good to have something on hand to ward off the eye! Enjoyed the poem.

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  32. just fabulous willow (and a little creepy).

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  33. yep...better keep that thing in your pocket! Not as creepy as stringing it on a necklace chain. ha.

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  34. Brilliant. Both the photograph and the poem!

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  35. loved this, my kind of story. I was at n art fair once looking at beads and she had a dish of blue eye beads. She looked at me, reached in, picked one out and gave it to me. A gift, she said. You look like you need it. I accepted gratefully but to this day I don't know what she saw that I didn't know.

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  36. I'm SO happy that you're enjoying the salmon - it's also delicious on boneless skinless chicken breasts - grilled,sliced and topping a big salad.
    xo from les Gang

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  37. Gheesh all I ever wanted were Rat Fink rings. I would have died for an eye like that! That blue eye has been a keeper of curses by the bay. Wonders if curses have a leg to stand on. Use of reflective mirrors can help. Lots in the feng shui books for luck. Do you feel lucky? Me too! Lucky eye ball! Excellently freaky prompt Willow! Vendor sounds REAL creepy! Husband eh? hmmmm....(oh you "met" him you (or your character) didnt "betroth him, right? You did (or your character)! Did he look like Vincent Price?"The Vendor"..oooooohhhhhh!!!)

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  38. I love the mystical and fairytale-like qualities of this poem. Very well written, Willow, crafted with ingeniousness and skill. As always! :)

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  39. well that's just creepy...
    but cool.

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  40. Kewl! Enjoyed reading you but now I'm wondering about all the mischief that the eyeball may have caused.

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  41. Willow

    Great little poem for a tribute to that "lucky eye" charm to help ward off those evil curses that may come your way.
    Being part Irish I am, I will send you a lucky 4 leaf clover and the Irish blessing for good luck and good fortune to put in your purse or under your pillow.

    Joanny

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  42. Nothing like a good curse lifter in blue to lighten the day. Great read.

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  43. very cool true story. Did the vendor really say 'mashallah?' I'm living in East Africa at the moment, surrounded by Muslims so i hear mashallah all the time. I loved seeing it in your post. thanks for sharing!

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  44. Eerie picture and interesting poetry! It makes me wonder about the before and after.

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  45. a tale in depth,
    very powerful reading!

    Happy Tuesday!

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  46. Shiver down my spine but I enjoyed the poem..... and a liked the image too.

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  47. I find myself wishing it had happened to me!

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  48. Truth as strange as fiction,
    and written just as well!

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  49. That feels like a true story (not the curse, the find).

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  50. love this one esp the "staring glass". glad you have been protected from the hex.

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  51. http://itistimetothinkformyself.blogspot.com/2010/05/jingles-may-follower-award-week-3.html

    awards 4 u,
    happy Monday!

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