Photo: Smadar Halperin-Epshtein
They emerge deep at night
To play tunes out of sight
Giants, trolls, hoards of sprites
To the bridge they alight
Where they’ll sing till first light.
If you listen, you might
Catch a tune fleeting bright
Ode to sax stuck upright.
For the A Photo A Week Challenge: Music
Photo by Prince Akachi via Unsplash
“Come.” She said. She pulled him up and dried his face with the edge of her best dress.
“Where?” He hiccupped, too spent for sobs. Everything hurt.
“Away.” Her voice was soft but hard. “We’ll be miles from here by the time he wakes up.”
For Three Line Tales, Week 131
Photo: Dvora Freedman
In the restless nights
They walked
Silent in the desert
Stalked
While the prowlers
Rose to halt
And turn hope
To anguished fault.
But we’ll silent be
No more
For those who had been harmed
Before.
And we will raise our voice
To show
That cruelty we will not
Let grow.
For dVerse Poets: Sounds of Silence
Plastic muskets laid bare
To the earth and the air
As rogue arms on a dare
Sought excuse to declare
Every day a warfare
Blood and death everywhere
By a print left to share
As weak minds to beware
Turn stale rage to nightmare
While those who ought be aware
Turn blind eye to despair
By their greed fast ensnared.
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Photo: cmurrey, Flickr
“These are tempestuous times,” she said
And her strong hands wrung the laundered sheets
To squeeze out suds
As she would want
To push out infiltrated evil.
“I’ve seen hardship before,” she stirred
The linens
In the boiling vat,
Simmering the despair
Till it foamed and evaporated
Into bleached hope.
“Wrong does not last,” she rinsed
And wrung
And shook
And hung
The wash
Till it fluttered
Free
To dry,
Only the barest of stains
Still visible
In the sun.
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Photo: Elie Kichka
Undulating dunes
Slowly slide
To the sound
Of soft sand
Under hand.
For the Lens Artists Photo Challenge: Soft
Photo: Inbar Asif
If you’re out and about
But your thirst is quite real
There’s a clear stream awaiting
To help you chill your fill.
For the Sunday Still Challenge: Summer drink
Photo: mbell1975 on flickr
As a bell tolls
Come dark,
May its sound be a reminder
Of the toll
Exacted from those whose steps
Are hidden,
Whose freedoms are
Forsaken,
And whose voices
Are silenced,
For no fault
But being
Born
Into hardship
And fleeing
Danger zones.
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Photo: AP / Gregory Bull
Do not be reticent
About the truth.
When stolen children
Cry
Deprived of trust
Of hope
Of warmth,
Those of us who have
A voice
Must use it,
For the helpless
Cannot.
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She waited.
Three teens passed, faces glued to lit screens. One murmured “sorry” when he almost bumped into her. He didn’t look up.
A mother hurried in the direction of the car park, harried by a whining toddler.
Long minutes passed. She’d walked from the bus and her legs weren’t what they used to be. She leaned onto a lamppost and closed her eyes.
“Ma’am?”
A bearded face leaned toward her. Another man behind.
“Will you help me cross the street?”
“At your service!” Both men offered their hands.
She smiled. “Mendel sent you. It’s what he used to say.”
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