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!
Writer. Feminist. Historian. Person.
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.
Get more info and link to other Friday Fictioner stories here.
Looky there! Do ya think someone’s sleeping in that wigwam thing?
It’s not a wigwam. It’s a tipi.
Tee Pee. Wig Wam. Pig Sty. Whatever.
Don’t whatever me. They’re not the same thing. Wigwams are curved. And they’re hard to move.
Who cares!
I do! People are too casual with facts these days. There’s no excuse for it.
Damn it Luke. It’s getting late. We need someplace to hole up. Not another Trump tirade. Let’s do this!
Alright! Let’s move…. But I’m right.
Whatever. … Sorry folks. We’re gonna need to commandeer this here wig wam.
Asshole.

PHOTO PROMPT © Renee Heath
Life’s been a bit crazed lately so it’s been awhile since I’ve written any flash fiction or contributed to Friday Fictioneers. So thanks to Rochelle for providing the great photo prompt and Haunted Wordsmith for the word prompt inspirations.