I am thrilled that once again Freya has chosen some of my work for her haiku challenge. Our inspiration was Elisa Choi Ang’s beautiful Dancing Goddess painting. Please give it read (as well as the other chosen works) Pure Haiku
Tag: Photo Challenge
Monday’s Child
dawn shines her first light
and Monday’s child, fair of face,
casts her eyes downward
Obviously my little haiku owes a thanks to the unknown writer of this 19th century children’s poem:
Monday’s child is fair of face
Tuesday’s child is full of grace
Wednesday’s child is full of woe
Thursday’s child has far to go,
Friday’s child is loving and giving,
Saturday’s child works hard for a living,
And the child that is born on the Sabbath day
Is bonny and blithe, and good and gay.
It was the first thing that popped into my head when I saw Fandango’s Monday prompt. Or maybe the second or third. I also thought of the songs “I Don’t Like Mondays” and “Monday, Monday” but I was trying to avoid super depressing stuff. Plus, the adorable monkey photo cinched the deal. I LOVE monkeys. They ARE “fair of face.”
So happy Monday to all. Find a bit of joy today if you can. And thanks also to What Do You See challenge for the wonderful monkey photo and to Ronovan’s Haiku challenge words (eyes and light).
Who’s Counting
Three days. It had been three days since they delivered the box. Technically, three days, four hours, and 37 minutes. But who’s counting.
She knew he was there. The gate squeaked. It had been over two weeks since he’d left. Technically 15 days, three hours, and 22 minutes. But who’s counting.
Or 14 days, 21 hours, and 13 minutes since he’d returned. Drunk, sunburned, screaming multiple profanities at her window. But who’s counting.
Maybe he’s dead. Like Benjamin. And Lila. One more makes 213,323. But who’s counting.
Alone. Still. 197 days, three hours, and 23 minutes. But who’s counting.
(99 words. But who’s counting.)
PHOTO PROMPT © Jean L. Hays
Thanks to Rochelle and her Friday Fictioners Challenge.
Channeling my negative energy into words. At least I’m writing. UGH!
his first barber
no more comic books
or picturing his first shave
no more sneaking drinks
or pretending not to hear
two ten main street is no more
Thanks to Fandango for the thought-provoking photo. It reminded me of the sad Covid-19 reality that some things may never come back. Not sure why my mind went to barbershops, but … it did. So here’s my story that’s also a poem or poem that’s also a story? You get the idea!
Stay safe! Where a mask. Be a kind human person. We’re all going thought something.
Day Three
“That’s effing awesome!”
“Language.”
“But ma. The diner car is up in the air.”
Resisting the temptation to go easy, she suppressed a smile. “Don’t ‘but ma’ me young man. I’m tired and you know your dad doesn’t have any patience for your stories. Get your book. It’s math time.”
“But ma!”
“No buts! Get your math book.” My Lord, it was only day three. How were they ever going to do this for months! And where was Don.? He went out for T.P. hours ago.
“I’m home! And you’re never gonna believe what someone did to the diner car!”
PHOTO PROMPT © J Hardy Carroll
This 100 word story was inspired by the fun photo provided by Rochelle’s Friday Fictioners challenge. Visit her site for details!
Tina Stewart Brakebill 