a secret laid bare
shimmering and breakable
splendor in the grass
icy mystery
moonlight reveals a glimmer
winter’s calling card

Writer. Feminist. Historian. Person.
a secret laid bare
shimmering and breakable
splendor in the grass
icy mystery
moonlight reveals a glimmer
winter’s calling card

What’s that splotch on your forehead?
I won. That’s what matters.
You won? What?
Cash money!
NO! How? What did you do?
So Jimmy and me was in the park by the river.
Were.
Were what?
You and Jimmy WERE in the park.
I know. I just said.
Forget it. Go on.
Well… there’s this tree.
Yes?
And it’s got these knobs and a big bendy branch.
And?
Jimmy dared me to climb to the top and shimmy down the bendy part. Bet me ten bucks.
You didn’t.
Did. Head first. WINNER!
Except for your head.
Totally worth it!
(100 words)

PHOTO PROMPT © Lisa Fox
The joy of childhood splotches! Thanks for the inspiration to Friday Fictioners’ photo, RDP’s word (SPLOTCH, and Esther’s Weekly Writing Prompt (MONEY). Twas fun!
buried deep inside
embers turn to ash and bone
waiting for a spark
rekindled love fans the flames
the candle burns with fury

Today’s FOWC (CANDLE) and the WDYS photo prompt brought to mind fury and love and buried secrets… thus my bit of verse. Thanks to both for the inspiration.
at the beginning
the day dawns on the big game
my eye on the prize
seasons come and go
without beginning or end
from a bird’s eye view

Thanks to SoCS and SenHai Saturday for the inspiration!
autumn’s falling seeds
spill out along our ramble
nature’s fall greeting

Thanks to Crimson’s Creative Challenge and the RDP Challenge for a great word (SPILL) and photo inspiration for this little Monday morning ditty.