The Service


PHOTO PROMPT © Yvette Prior

 

All was set for the service.

Programs lounged on chairs in the next room. The adequately melancholy music played. Discrete tissue boxes rested at either end of the first row.

She waited as heels clicked on marble and black fabrics swished and the somber faces of acquaintances, rearranged for the occasion, nodded at her. She endured the hugs and shoulder pats and too-long handshakes. She breathed through the words.

The room quieted.

She rose and stared at the ornate urn on the dais before turning to face the living.

“You should know,” she began, “that Dad was not a good man.

 

 

For Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers

 

 

Liberty Sail

Liberty sail IngeVandormael

Photo: Inge Vandormael

 

So she stands in the harbor

Greeting weary souls’ sails.

Her eyes had welcomed

The many

Who fled war, harm, travail.

She faced cannons

Of hardship,

Wept as terror sought

To prevail.

She marks the better

We can be,

The stories nations

Can be proud

To tell.

Through many storms

In the harbor,

She lights the way

In the gale.

As hate now amplifies sorrow

Seeking to see her bounty

Curtailed,

She hopes her pledge ‘cross the ages

Won’t become one made

To no avail.

 

For the Tuesday Photo Challenge: our world

 

Heart View

Belize4 InbarASif

Photo: Inbar Asif

 

As we hold endless heartache

Of scandal, war, crime, abuse

May we also remember

Gentler waves, kinder views;

So the holes rent by hardship

Will not make us refuse

To let pain become a window

To the good we can profuse.

 

 

For the Pink September Squares

 

 

Candy’s Call

Cotton candy SmadarHalperinEpshtein

Photo: Smadar Halperin-Epshtein

 

Come right up and

Cart on home

A bucketful

Of sugar shorn,

In colors that will

Gladden hearts

And sweet treat joy

To pull apart.

Kids tend to be

The eager ones

But some quite grown

Still think it’s fun.

 

 

For Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge: Pastels

 

 

Pink Remembering

Pink park NaamaYehuda

Photo: Na’ama Yehuda

 

Spring recalls

How bushes previously bared

By frost and freeze,

Found a new lease

To bubble forth

A pink exuberance.

It is a good remembering

As fall emerges

To reclaim

The bushes’ leaves

Ahead of winter’s

Naked sleep.

 

 

For Pink: September Squares