Writer. Feminist. Historian. Person.
forest snow ignites
starlight and frolicking flakes
exhilaration
This haiku was inspired by the fine folk at
Your Daily Word Prompt (exhilaration)
and
The Haunted Wordsmith (took a few liberties with these prompts: snowy forest and starlight)
Visit their sites for more fun prompts and lots of great writing.
She sat on the breakwater and hoped the sound of the waves would soothe her. His words hadn’t. “In between the clover and the dampened earth.” That’s how the minister described it. Sounded poetic. Nicer than “here’s where we buried her body.” But that was reality. Ma was dead. And no pretty words were going to change that.
PHOTO CREDITS TO MY FAVORITE HUSBAND
I’ve been a bit morbid lately. Perhaps I’m feeling my own mortality. Or maybe it’s the side effect of living in Trump’s world. But thankfully my own mum is alive and well, so this really is fiction. Therefore much thanks for the inspiration to the following:
Sammi Scribbles Weekend Prompt which was to use the word “breakwater” in exactly 58 words (accomplished!)
And to Putting My Feet in the Dirt for the beautiful phrase “in between the clover and the dampened earth.”
And to Linda’s SoCS challenge using the word or partial word of “ma.”
Visit their sites if you haven’t. They are FAB!
Unbidden flurry
Nature’s scythe forsaking fall
Fractured and formless
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This is dedicated to my northern family and friends enduring their second (or is it their third?) early snowfall of the year. Florida has its faults (and boy this summer was HOT and LONG) but aaaaahh the winters are SWEET.
Bike/Skyway Bridge photo courtesy of author’s awesome spouse.
Thanks to the following for the inspiration for this haiku. Visit their sites for info on the prompts and for some great writing.
Sue’s snow photo prompt and Putting my Feet in the Dirt’s word prompt (fractured and formless) and Heeding Haiku for asking me to think about seasons and Autumn’s end.
This was it. The trail ended here. Back at grand-dad’s old place. Not sure how he managed it from his sick-bed but it was just like him. A final hunt. Pit us against each other. Bastard. He’s probably watching. From hell. Laughing.
Enough with the reminiscing. I needed to find that key. What was that last clue?
I won’t be foiled again. Mighty he may be but today the laughs on me.
I tried to calmly scan the basement. Foiled? Aluminum, maybe. No.
Then it hit me. A rare happy memory. Oil Can Harry!
“Coises!” I’m gonna be rich.
This fun flash fiction (100 words exactly) was inspired by the PHOTO PROMPT © Nick Allen provided by Rochelle’s Friday Fictioners.
With a little extra boost from FOWC (trail)
And a special assist from Mighty Mouse’s chief bad guy Oil Can Harry.
When all fear is lost
And your passion reigns as queen
The desired heart wins
This little piece was inspired by the fabulous photo provided by The Haunted Wordsmith
It made me think: What was she thinking as she looked over her shoulder? Was she considering what her life could be or could have been IF only she had been (or still was) brave enough to make a change?
And that idea connected with notions of winning and losing, courtesy of Ronovan Writes
Thanks to both. Check out their pages. Good stuff!!
Tina Stewart Brakebill 