Bayou Bridged

City Park (New Orleans) - Wikipedia
City Park, New Orleans (Photo: en.wikipedia.org)

 

They always met in the park. There were spirits there, too, of course: The drowned. The lost. The desperate. The abandoned young. However, these tended to be the milder spirits, mellowed by moss and rain and the freedom to roam on whispery winds. House spirits were harsher, meaner, and angrier. They carried histories of rape and whippings and the smaller everyday murders that chip at a soul until there is nothing left but agony and bitterness.

It was better to meet in the park, on a bridge between this world and the other, chiseled by masons, anchored by time.

She lowered herself onto the top stair and waited. She’d hear him come, but she would not turn. He did not bear to be looked upon.

“I will take him across,” he’d said when they last met. And he had. It was a gentle death.

Now it was her mother’s time.

 

 

For What Pegman Saw

Messenger

Messenger DvoraFreedman

Photo: Dvora Freedman

 

Above it soars,

Large feathers splayed,

A messenger

Of times ahead.

With blessings given,

Seasons’ change,

It rises

O’er the home range.

 

 

For Cee’s Black & White Photo Challenge: In flight

 

May Apple

Mayapple flower PhilipCoons

Photo: Philip Coons

 

Not ripe in May

Not quite an apple

Mandrake grows best

In partial dapple.

No screams will sound

When it is pulled

Though tales will try

To have you fooled.

The fruit is fine

In moderation

But beware of higher

Concentration.

Medicinal

Though it may well be,

Won’t eat the seeds

If it were me.

 

 

For Cee’s Flower of the Day

 

 

Stories We Tell

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Photo: Smadar Halperin-Epshtein

 

And the stories that we tell

To small ones under

Good tales’ spell

Become the fabric

That unveils

The yarns they’ll spin

Or might dispel.

 

For the SYW-Revisited Challenge

 

 

Musical Muse

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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

 

Mountain Mural

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Photo: Inbar Asif

 

One night when the moon was bright

Elves brought brushes in the night

And they painted till the morn

Stories that the rocks adorn

For the humans to remind

Of what should not be left behind.

 

 

For Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge: Mural

 

 

Purple Iris

Iris PhilipCoons

Photo: Philip Coons

 

Like the goddess of the rainbow

You stand tall

In every hue,

And lend credence to the story

That it’s gorgeous

To be you.

 

 

For Cee’s Flower of the Day Challenge

 

Learn To Swallow

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Photo: Greg’s Always Catchin’ Up, on Flickr

 

Harbingers of feast

Or famine

Inhabitants

Of all

But the Antarctic ice,

These carriers of fire

From the gods to land,

Teach city folk

And country dwellers

That one can make a home,

Find plenty,

All around.

 

 

 

For The Daily Post