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| Face in a window, window cracked....bad sign... |
It's Friday the 13th - superstitions abound. Mustn't rock a rocking chair if no one is in it. Mustn't open an umbrella indoors. When I was in Rome several years ago, I wrote a poem about "bad signs" - all a part of the world of superstition. You'll find it below. And don't miss the post (and wonderful illustrations) of my fellow blogger, Julie Paschkis, over on Books Around the Table - she's thinking Friday he 13th, too!
BAD SIGNS
Yellow hen in the left hand,
left hand touching dead fish,
dead fish on a white plate:
Bad signs, sorrow-bait.
Listen for bells, don't wait.
Bells on the right: Bad
night.
Bells on the left: Love in
doubt.
Bells straight ahead: Watch
out.
Bad sign. Touch salt.
Salt spilled in the morning
hours,
flowers tossed in the
afternoon:
Tears soon, sighs soon.
Tall flowers in a short vase,
black sky: Hide your face.
Face in a window, window
cracked:
Bad sign, worry and waste.
Bread in half, in half again,
crumbs in a circle: No
friends.
Circles in a square, squares
in a line,
lines in a circle: Bad signs.
Circling swallows, no rain:
Roll the dice. Try again.
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| Roll the dice...try again.... |
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| Dead fish on a white plate...bad sign.... |
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