Writer. Feminist. Historian. Person.
the moon turns its face
and the sea mourns salty tears
as summer burns hot
harmonic breaking
turmoil as a design flaw
my chaotic mind
Shifaaz shamoon – Unsplash.com
Thanks to Susi for the great prompt to create one senryu and one haiku to accompany the image (above). As a remember, a traditional haiku describes nature or a season, while a senryu focuses on human nature and emotions.
Everyone was so busy reminding the grands about shady web threats and unknown numbers, they forgot that old men still answer their doors for young girls.
Her patter felt smooth as he ushered her inside.
Then she saw it. Her gran’s Tampa Totems Table.
She knew it wasn’t. Gran’s totems were gone. Like her.
Still, she faltered. Memories flooded in. What would Gran say if she saw her now?
It took only a moment to recover her flow, as she remembered Gran’s final words: “Smile. And don’t forget. Men are all the same. Stroke a mark’s ego and he’s yours.”
PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
Thanks to Rochelle and Friday Fictioners for the inspiration to write after an extended break. Visit her site for more creative writings.
She had been looking for a sign. Was this it? Had the cosmos spread out a tarot reading just for her? She tried to decipher its message, but she was distracted. The man hummed as he cleaned the window shield. What was that song? It seemed so familiar, but the melody struggled against the discordant squeak of the squeegee. She looked at the wall again. Danger. Caution. Dead End. The signs seemed clear. But then she recognized the tune: Let it Go.
Instead of walking away, she opened the car door: “Thanks for the ride.”
Surely, a girl-dad was safe.
behind the shadow
the cacophony pauses
suddenly silent
Thanks to Moonwashed Musings for the inspiration.
Hoping to be alive to see their babies hatch, the cackling bunch of clever hens gathered in the shade of their favorite hutch to hatch a secret plan. But first they argued over whether they should ask that cocky rooster crowing in the yard to join their covert club.
“No,” said Henrietta Hen, “he’ll just claim the floor and crow and crow and crow,” but Mimsy Chicken and her coterie of clucking pullets called for a vote. (They not-so-secretly craved the approval of that cocky crowing rooster.) Henrietta lost and the cocky rooster took the lead.
Now they’re all poultry.
PHOTO PROMPT © Mr. Binks
Today’s six sentence / 100 word story was doubly inspired by Friday Fictioneers’ fabulous photo and Girlie On the Edge’s Six Sentence word prompt of HATCH.
Hope you enjoy.
Tina Stewart Brakebill 