Writer. Feminist. Historian. Person.
Dark seeps through the rift.
The creator of days persists
Still, the shadows grow.
Not feeling particularly hopeful or cheery tonight, but thanks for the inspiration go to Putting My Feet in the Dirt and Sue’s #WritePhoto Prompt
Check out their sites for other great writing.
And as an FYI, the super gloomy shadow shot is mine.
weep for polar bears
sacrificed for avarice
as truth is denied
When I first saw this pic, I thought it was a sad polar bear looking down at the mess we’ve made. So here’s my second contribution. Thanks Sue!
ripples stir the calm
as indigo shadows fall
rising, she stands guard
I think the current craziness of my life is reflected in the direction (away from tranquil!) this haiku traveled! But much thanks to Sue for the photo prompt. It felt good to write a bit of something! ❤
Resolute they wait
Imprisoned in time and space
Anticipating
Thanks to Sue for the photo inspiration. Find details on her #writephoto challenge and other interpretations here.
Mom always hated grandma’s house.
She complained constantly. “It’s like living in a funeral parlor. Flowers everywhere and all that ridiculously ugly gold crap. Hideous!”
Thankfully. Gran refused to change a thing.
Everything was old and kinda tacky but real. That’s what made it special. Her too. She was my safe place. A counter to mom’s incessant need to keep up with whatever was trending while claiming she was “keeping it real.”
So when I came home and found her cradling gran’s favorite gilded roses to her chest. I knew. I’d be keeping it real now. Like it or not.
Written for Friday Fictioners. Thanks for the photo Rochelle.
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Tina Stewart Brakebill 