Writer. Feminist. Historian. Person.
I thrust my knife forward, but my foe is invisible in the darkness. That’s alright. I can wait.
Then the dark is pierced by light, revealing a nurse. The ugly one with the mustache and spider veins. Smelling like tabasco and beer.
“You’re tilting at windmills again aren’t you dear? Let’s get you into bed.”
I comply. I can wait. Her time will come.
Our challenge was to tell a story in 64 words using the following words:
NURSE
TABASCO
INVISIBLE
SPIDER
WINDMILL
MOUSTACHE
Life has been demanding my attention as of late, so I am very tardy with my thanks, but I was honored to once again have my work chosen by Pure Haiku. Please visit Pure Haiku to read my my submission from February 21 and the many other fantastic interpretations for the Encircling theme.
I was honored to once again have my work chosen by Pure Haiku. It truly brings me joy in a time when joy seems fleeting. Please visit Pure Haiku to read my my submission and the many other fantastic interpretations for the Encircling theme.
blown by a fierce wind
the wishes ascend and dance
a stalk left bereft
excluded and withering
as new golden life springs forth
Thanks to the following for the inspiration:
at fifty, I believed a precious chapter had begun
I lit sparklers and filled my cup
toasting
my voice ringing clear and loud
but by sixty
the message felt muted
too many tick tocks watched
my hope wiped by ceaseless drama
by seventy I hope
my cup will fill once more
toasting
a new chapter begun again
Today’s Monday Wordle asked us to use the following words: chapter, clear, cup, drama, felt, fifty, message, muted, precious, sparkler, watched, & wiped.
Not sure what I’ve created here. Free verse? Sad screed?
Tina Stewart Brakebill 