Writer. Feminist. Historian. Person.
an abundant yield for all
freedom’s promise broken
they hail words once unspoken
cheering as we fall
in the face of shameless cruelty
a promise made each night
not to yield the endless fight
as we march for liberty
Thanks for the prompts: YIELD and PROMISE
When I saw the word ZEPHYR, I immediately began to chant:
Oh zephyr winds that blow on high
Lift me now so I can fly
Andrea Transforms into Mighty Isis
If you were in a kid in the mid-1970s United States, then you may remember the brief reign of Mighty Isis. Andrea Thompson was a teacher who (after finding a magic amulet) could transform into Mighty Isis whenever someone needed a rescue. She was (in my humble opinion) the best part of the live-action Saturday morning show, The Shazam/Isis Power Hour (1975-77). Along with the Jaime Sommers / Bionic Woman (1976-78) and Diana Prince / Wonder Woman (1975-79), the mid-1970s gave little girls a set of heroes they could admire and perhaps emulate—assuming they had access to special powers of course. It was a mixed message for sure! (It also was an early Marvel / DC Comic rivalry!)
But I’m glad these independent women (because even without their “superpowers” they were independent women) helped shape my belief in possibilities. It was only a few years prior that our two favorite women with superpowers, Samantha Stephens / Bewitched (1964-72) and Jeanie / I Dream of Jeanie (1965-70) spent all their time hiding their true selves to appease their husband/master’s egos. Only their “wicked” dark-haired cousin / sister got to have any real fun!
So here’s a short verse in honor of some of those 1970s women on TV (including the Mary Tyler Moore Show and Julia of course!!) that helped me believe in my own superpowers!
zephyr winds inspire
as they shatter the ceiling
elevating all
Plus, here’s Isis offering some words of wisdom that (sadly) a lot of people still need to hear!
And finally thanks to RDP for the great prompt word!
strength through unity
ideas arrest injustice
words to remember
when faith in cruelty plagues
resist the urge to escape
Creating a verse for the Sunday Whirl has become my favorite Sunday thing! Thanks.
donning my own unique style
BUT
why so sad
you’d be pretty if you smiled
throw a punch
shake a hand
your smile is the spark
rough words
polite talk
your smile is the spark
amusing tale
grim reaping
your smile is the spark
Don’t blame the prompts for my 44-word dark take. I’m just feeling cynical today. Check out both MLMM and dVerse for the rules and some great writing.
As someone who lived in the Midwest United States, I am obsessed with the weather. It’s hard not to be. It can shift rapidly, not just daily but hourly.
I also know that when I talk about the weather, I often say “when I was a kid ….” And although it may be annoying to the youths, it is the truth. When I was a kid, September meant the end of summer (not just the start of school), Halloween costumes were almost always hidden by our winter coats, it often snowed at Thanksgiving, and we always had snow at Christmas. What this September taught me AGAIN was that the weather has shifted. It was as hot as hell. It was nearly 90 degrees (Fahrenheit) last week. Every day I would shake my fist at the sky and yell I need summer to STOP!
Thank goodness, the second week of October has finally brought some cooler temperatures. October means sporty jackets and cute boots and hot chocolate and afternoon walks and fall foliage and … Oh NO! October is already halfway over. November looms with its dark days and cold nights and … actually, November last year was beautiful. Did I mention that the weather has shifted. Climate change is undoubtably real and really bad for the planet, but it is nice that it rarely snows before January now. (We need a sarcasm font.)
And now quick verse to summarize the above rant.
when September ends
Summer’s green days fade away
A fable once told
now October’s sun burns red
an admonitory tale
Thanks to FOWC (NEED) and the writer’s workshop and dVerse for their challenges to reflect on September and October.
Plus, I would be remiss if I didn’t give a shout out to Green Day’s Wake Me When September Ends
Tina Stewart Brakebill 