Writer. Feminist. Historian. Person.
angels weep stone tears
the house stands cold and empty
all because she blinked
Angels are always going to remind me of my favorite Doctor (10/14) and those absolutely terrifying set of bad guys-the Weeping Angels! Thanks to Esther and the RDP for the inspirational prompt words of ANGEL and HOUSE.
as our memories fade away
misty behind a shadowed veil
the jagged edges dulled with fray
as our memories fade away
ego and shame stop holding sway
the once vibrant shades turn to pale
as our memories fade away
misty behind a shadowed veil
Image credit; Mohsen Karimi @ Unsplash
Inspired by WDYS’s photo prompt and my own fading memories 😉
I played around with a couple of different styles, but I felt it worked best with the Triolet, which is an 8-line poem where lines repeat in rhythm:
Lines 1, 4, and 7 are the same, and lines 2 and 8 are also repeated.
The rhyme scheme looks like this: ABaAabAB (uppercase = repeated lines).
If you’d like to make it a little trickier, try writing each line with 8 syllables (iambic tetrameter, the classic French style) — or challenge yourself with 10 syllables per line (the English version). I chose the 8-syllable version today.
Grandpa, do you remember meeting gramma?
Of course. It was a blind date. Meaning I’d never met her. Not even a photograph. Then Betty opened the door. She was a vision. So beautiful. My heart was immediately full of love.
It was your heart that was suddenly full, was it? [wink]
Betty! Don’t be nasty.
That explains the “empty” gas tank at Lover’s Lake.
Betty! [wink]
[66 Words]
Inspired by word prompts of VISION, FULL, and EMPTY, this little story basically wrote itself!
Those are lovely. But strange. All alone. Wonder where they came from.
It’s so he can find her.
Who?
The fisherman.
Fisherman? What are you going on about?
Everybody knows the story. He went out the day before his wedding. Never came back. I guess she cracked cause later she walked into the sea. Left her wedding bouquet on the shore, so he’d know where to find her. Just in case he ever came back. Ever since, her flowers show up every year.
Oh no. That’s so sad!
Hah! Got ya. You’re such a sappy sucker. They grow all over.
(100 words)
PHOTO PROMPT © Sandra Crook
Thanks to Rochelle and Friday Fictioneers for my Fisherman’s FF inspiration.
vibrating, I walk
my heart tinged by tragedy
greed cracks earth’s spirit
but your presence calms despair
strings of resistance lift all
It’s Sunday Whirl time! Let’s keep HOPE alive!
Tina Stewart Brakebill 