The Map Makers

Prose, poem or parable – your choice; but for your reading and thinking pleasure πŸ™‚

The Map Makers
(For K)

She once met a mapmaker
Ordered from the back of a matchbook
She checked the mail impatiently for her buck-fifty worth
When he arrived she was astonished
As he told her it was all lies

When asked to prove it was lies
He drew the first map on the back
Of her hand with rainwater
Assuring her that she would be
Able to read it in the sunlight by applying henna

She was unconvinced

He then drew a second map
But put it on the back of her head
So she’d have to stand in a mirror with
A mirror to see where she wasn’t going
Even though she kept moving to get a better view

She accepted some lies

Finally he gave her a piece of paper
Filled with calligraphy, islands and sea green waters
Told her to pack only one suitcase
Necessities you see, as she’d not be returning
She stood on the paper and disappeared

She fully embraced the lies.

He lived happily in her house and cared for the cat,
Once in a while she would send
Beautiful cards in her neat practical hand-writing
Extolling on the marvelous beaches, emerald sea
And of course, the fabulous calligraphy on all of the walls.

The lies we want to believe we call imagination, as they take us where we want to go.

~SE

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  16 comments for “The Map Makers

  1. August 14, 2014 at 8:11 PM

    Very good poem. Smiles…>KB

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  2. alfredsalmanac
    August 16, 2014 at 9:18 AM

    Wonderful. You have a real gift.

    Liked by 1 person

    • August 16, 2014 at 9:20 AM

      Thank you! It was my first try at something different with my poetry. If only I could illustrate what I saw in my head as I wrote it πŸ™‚

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  3. August 16, 2014 at 9:20 AM

    Wonderful!

    Liked by 1 person

  4. August 16, 2014 at 11:27 AM

    Reblogged this on The Mirror Obscura and commented:
    A wonderful piece of poetry well worth reading. >KB

    Liked by 1 person

  5. August 16, 2014 at 5:28 PM

    Very well-written and I could almost picture myself as the protagonist. Thank you!

    Liked by 1 person

    • August 16, 2014 at 5:30 PM

      Thank you very much. If a reader can step into it, then I am more than happy πŸ™‚

      Liked by 1 person

  6. August 16, 2014 at 9:38 PM

    Enjoyed that trip away. Must go pack my bags!

    Liked by 1 person

  7. August 17, 2014 at 8:35 AM

    Good luck to you. I know too well what it’s like to pine for a different place. Hugs!

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    • August 17, 2014 at 9:06 AM

      Thank you πŸ™‚ I’ll be back in the woods one day…

      Like

  8. Willy Nilly
    August 18, 2014 at 7:42 AM

    Beautiful poem! It made me realize how wonderful my life has been from all the lies I told myself, all those dreams that left me reluctant to rise, and the magic of those places I visited when my eyes looked inward. I may never leave my imagination. 🌞

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    • August 18, 2014 at 7:53 AM

      Thank you WN! Some days it feels like being there would be an infinitely less stressful place πŸ™‚

      Liked by 1 person

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