Writer. Feminist. Historian. Person.
buried deep inside
embers turn to ash and bone
waiting for a spark
rekindled love fans the flames
the candle burns with fury
Today’s FOWC (CANDLE) and the WDYS photo prompt brought to mind fury and love and buried secrets… thus my bit of verse. Thanks to both for the inspiration.
solitary hope
in the crucible of fire
the world made over
Thanks to Sadje’s WDYS Challenge and to Frank’s haiku challenge for the inspiration.
Nothing could have prepared Sue for the surge. She had always known she was different but this …. This was more than different. This was some freak level stuff.
She could feel the agitated hum of the crowd as they realized something wasn’t right.
And then a shift. Subtle at first. Agitation turning into fear. Swelling.
Could they smell it? Or did panic spread like a wave?
No one looked her way. No one knew it was her.
She felt the power surging again. But this time instead of fearing it, she embraced it.
Nothing could stop her now.
Photo prompt courtesy of J Hardy Carroll
Well … my positive writing outlook lasted two days! Maybe later I’ll try to reclaim it. Meanwhile, thanks to Rochelle’s Friday Fictioners Challenge and Fandango’s WOTD Challenge (nothing) for giving me inspiration to channel my-always-present dark side.
hidden in the flames
our secrets sizzle and snap
reduced to ashes
Thanks to Sue and her #writephoto challenge.
burning with fever
sweet dreams spin into nightmares
raging in the light
Today’s haiku was inspired by our current situation, the Global Climate Strike, and one of my favorites – Ronovan Writes Haiku Challenge. Our words are fever and fierce (for which I subbed in raging).
Listen to the scientists and the kids!
Tina Stewart Brakebill 