Writer. Feminist. Historian. Person.
Life has been demanding my attention as of late, so I am very tardy with my thanks, but I was honored to once again have my work chosen by Pure Haiku. Please visit Pure Haiku to read my my submission from February 21 and the many other fantastic interpretations for the Encircling theme.
I was honored to once again have my work chosen by Pure Haiku. It truly brings me joy in a time when joy seems fleeting. Please visit Pure Haiku to read my my submission and the many other fantastic interpretations for the Encircling theme.
the promise
a funhouse mirror
real life
a moment of calm
nature in blurred reflection
ambiguity
I’ve been MIA for a bit, so thanks to Susi for luring me back with birds!
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.
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.
Tina Stewart Brakebill 