Writer. Feminist. Historian. Person.
It’s miserably hot (again) in Florida, so I hibernated inside today. I was skimming through some photos and found this from a recent trip up north. It brought back memories of my youthful summers in the Midwest. August had a different feel back in the day 😉 It inspired the haiku (or maybe it’s a haibun) below.
Tassels Touching Blue
That Summer Gone Forever
August In My Mind
All around me, conversations swell. I understand little but instead of seeming cacophonous, the words soothe. They distract from my reality until the prosecco dulls the pain.
Then the old woman who runs the osteria stands over me, “Ciligie”?
Seeing the cherries shakes me from my stupor.
She continues, “Devi rimanere per La Notte Rossa.”
The Red Night.
Stuck in an unrelenting loop, I had forgotten the world moves on. Ciliegie abound. And the people celebrate. But not us.
The cherries taunt me with their promise of sweetness but my mind fills with another red night as darkness falls.
This 99 word story was made possible by the https://carrotranch.com/2022/07/25/template-story-challenge-in-99-words-3/
before evenstar
after the glow of the day
life’s final flicker
Thanks for the inspiration to Sadje at Keep it Alive.
a moment of joy
written across the blue sky
the rainbow unfurls
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I guess I’m in a bit of a dark mood this morn! But thanks to Sadje’s WDYS Challenge for the great inspiration.
Tina Stewart Brakebill 