I’m bought and worn, but
I ain’t no dupe to trick, so
mask on, show up, vote

No one’s coming to save us so we must save ourselves. MASK ON. SHOW UP. VOTE.
Thanks to MindLoveMiserysMenagerie for giving me a forum to vent.
Writer. Feminist. Historian. Person.
I’m bought and worn, but
I ain’t no dupe to trick, so
mask on, show up, vote

No one’s coming to save us so we must save ourselves. MASK ON. SHOW UP. VOTE.
Thanks to MindLoveMiserysMenagerie for giving me a forum to vent.
memories held tight
‘til like a viper they rise
unfurling like smoke

I’ve been largely AWOL this past month for various reasons but I’m trying to reengage, so thanks to the following for inspiring me to do a bit-o-thinking and writing.
Shout out to my always favorite haiku challenge at Ronovan Writes and to the MLMM photo challenge. The photo gave me mood and Ronovan gave me words. (I substituted viper for asp and rise for jump, but you get the idea.)
Photo Credit – https://www.deviantart.com/aa-xxx/art/his-legacy-23483872

When the fairies dance
joy fills the garden again
rousing sleeping worms
and bottom-dwelling dreamers
to bathe in the sparkling light

My thanks to the two different challenges that had me thinking about fairies and light and things that dance and grow: Crimson’s Creative Challenge and MMM’s Tale Weaver.
Reposting in honor of Fandango’s Friday Flashback . Sadly, just as relevant today.
Deniers
imagine the world
not an abstract perception
melting as we klatch
Written for this week’s Photo Challenge from Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie. Photo credit: Art Universe @ Instagram.
And for today’s FOWC with Fandango
swirling black and blue
the sky’s open prophecy
shames the hiding sun

It’s Heeding Haiku time! Click for details.