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!
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!
Tina Stewart Brakebill 