Photo: R. Rozen-Zvi
The soft brown curls
Sweetly turned back
Away from images
She’ll track
As she grows older
And discovers
Mirrored reflections
Of her self
And others.
For the Photo a Week Challenge: Through glass
Mirrored
Anecdotes of Life
Witch Size
Photo: Philip Coons
It’s a one stop
Shop
For brooms
And brushes,
Guaranteed to
Save you any
Crashes.
Fit for any
Odd size
Witch,
Come right in
The selection is
Rich.
For Kammie’s Oddball Challenge
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Birthday Surprise
PHOTO PROMPT © Jilly Funell
Her heart fluttered in her chest. She wiped sweaty palms on her jeans and tugged her cap lower on her head to manage jitters and glare.
She’d worked on this all summer. In secret. His birthday surprise.
She moved closer to the building, automatically scanning the terrain even though she knew it like the back of her hand.
There he was, waiting.
“Hi Dad!”
His face lit up and he and turned toward the elevator. “I’ll call it for you.”
“It’s okay, Dad,” she grinned and pushed up from the wheelchair. “Just give me your arm. I can walk up.”
For Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers
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Ducky Reflections
Photo: Inbar Asif
Is the duck in the water?
Is the duck in the sky?
Is she swimming to perch
On a roof dunked nearby?
Did the house lean to water
Does the mud, garden make?
Are my eyes seeing mirrors
Is my mind still awake?
For the Tuesday Photo Challenge: Reflection
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Sawatdi-kha
Photo: Na’ama Yehuda
Deep in ocean
She greets you
With palms pressed
In hello,
As you marvel
The glory
Of rocks carved
By time’s flow,
And the riches
Half-hidden
In turquoise waters
Below.
Note: “Sawatdi-kah” is the female form (said by females) of Thai greeting, often along with a “Wai” (a slight bow with palms pressed together).
For Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge: Places people visit
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Blue Ghost
Photo: Smadar Halperin-Epshtein
A blue ghost
Found its way
To the front
Of this porch.
‘Fraid of heights
It clings tight
To the spout
And flower pots.
For One Word Sunday Challenge: Blue
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Transition
Photo: Na’ama Yehuda
Life to hatch
Life to stall
As a change
Transforms all.
While new wings
Rise and fall,
Will it a ‘before’
Recall?
For the Lens-Artists Photo Challenge: Changeable
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Truth’s Vine
Photo: Inbar Asif
When disparaging fails
Tests of fact
Tests of time,
It unveils petulance
As little more than
A whine.
So beware of repeating
Lies that weigh down
Truth’s vine,
For they lead not
To good spirits
But to crossing red lines.
For City Sonnet October Photo a Day Challenge
And for Festival Of Leaves 2018 challenge
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As Above Snow Below
Photo: Philip Coons
Mirrored skies
Puffs of glow
As above
Snow below.
For the Sunday Stills Photo Challenge: Texture
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Bottomless
Photo: New Mexico Tourism Department
“Which one was it?” Mark peered into the screen and jiggled the joystick for the drone.
“I don’t know,” Jake panicked. “It looks different from the ground.”
“We really should call 911,” Sherlock fretted.
“Shut up and live up to your name, will ya?” Jake snapped. Worry and guilt made him mean.
Sherlock turned beet red. In two months he’d finally be old enough to rid himself of this kick-me-name. Not that he trusted it’ll matter to those who already knew him.
Mark maneuvered the drone over the blue circle. He scanned the rocky edges. Ted was only supposed to pretend to jump in, so they could post it online for the new “Dive In” Internet challenge, but he either lost his footing or decided to show off.
A ripple in the watery surface had him zoom in closer.
The drone tilted, wobbled, splashed into the sinkhole, and disappeared. Like Ted.
For What Pegman Saw: Roswell, New Mexico
Na'ama Yehuda 
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