A special Weekly Scribblings (Poets and Storytellers United) today for #42, About Those Bones... A prompt based on Magical Mystical Teacher's (Magical Mystical Teacher) haiku. Choices three. One, where might the bones have come from? Two, why is the subject of the haiku clutching a rosary? And/or third, write something inspired by the poem. As Meatloaf says, Two Out of Three Ain't Bad.
Magical Mystical Teacher's haiku:
fingers framed by light
clutching an old rosary
carved of human bone
As her gnarled fingertips slide along the strand of beads,
she mumbles the Glorious Mysteries.
Just audible to her family gathered at her bedside,
they do not ask why she does so.
It is the way she has always done,
and will continue to do until her last near breath.
They will then untangle the chaplet from her fingers,
releasing it into the wastebasket next to the bed.
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Right and below: Garden of Gethsemane as seen through the Stanhope lens in the center of the cross.
I edited the last few lines, as I noticed I'd used "bedside" twice, both ending lines.