Haiku & Other Poetry, Random Rants, tutto e niente

Elvis Alive!

Tina Stewart Brakebill

 

Humpty Dumpty fell

And the crash was heard by all

Still, they said, don’t tell 

False flags and footprints

Just like that infamous bell

Preexisting cracks

A story to sell

Elvis alive in freefall  

Spinning carrousel     

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This is in response to two different challenges. One was to write a nine-line verse with this rhyme scheme: a b a c a d a b a, with c and d unrhymed.  

The second was to address the notion of the Mandela Effect. I’m not sure if this qualifies, as it’s a non-narrative way to riff about some infamous (or ridiculous) notions, including conspiracies about 9/11, school shootings, the moon landings, and Elvis, but here it is.

 Visit both challenges by clicking below.

Poetry Form: Magic 9

 

Mandela Effect
Flash Fiction, tutto e niente

Unforgettable

Tina Stewart Brakebill

She held out her arms to hug me, but I knew this wasn’t my house — and she definitely wasn’t my wife.

Or was she?

I searched my mind for a memory of her face, and I felt … something. Like a name on the tip of my tongue or a tune that I could hum but the words were not quite right. She smiled and, again, I felt … something. Like a dog’s cold nose on a sunny summer day or the smell of coffee in the morning. Familiar. Safe.

But no! The room was wrong. Where were my things? Why was everything so shiny and white? It was all wrong! She was all wrong!

I wasn’t married. I was only 20. But why did she keep saying she was my wife? Why was her face so familiar? Maybe she was my mom’s friend. Why was that song stuck in my head?

Panicked, I turned to run and stopped dead in my tracks. Stunned by my reflection. I touched my face and felt the deep scar across my forehead. Ran my fingers through my hair. Why was it so white? That’s not me. That’s definitely not me.

Or was it?

I searched my mind for a memory of that face and felt … something. I watched the tears run down that face as I softly hummed the song stuck in head.

Unforgettable, she said.    

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