All Jumbled Up Lines curve into faces and trace features, ink a mask to hide his identity. From a jumbled mess rises a creature. Friend or foe? Can’t tell ’til the entity emerges. A story coalesces from the random chaos. A helmet lies but no weapon, leaving only guesses to how the masked man will cut it down to size. An arrow bends into a square, circles, crosses and a leaf are all jumbled up. A child’s scrawl, a treasure map or cycles depicted by Jackson Pollack? No pup like me could make sense of it, not without an art degree. Even then it’s in doubt. — in response to Magpie’s picture prompt 290 for this … Continue reading All Jumbled Up: A Magpie Sonnet