Mr. Stormled’s Undoing

 

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Photo credit: Fandango

 

“How long does she have to be here?”

I’m sure Martin’s eyebrows would’ve reached the ceiling if they weren’t tied together in a unibrow.

“Mr. Stormled said, at least a month.”

Martin twisted one side of his mouth to bite the corner of his lip, and I knew there were many words he wanted to say and wasn’t. Afraid, perhaps. Many were. There was something about people – if they were people at all – who controlled such things.

Stewart Stormled didn’t frighten me, though. At least not more than most things did. I bent to straighten the small pillow.

“Making her comfortable?”

“Can’t hurt.”

“Dad won’t like this.”

Martin had a point, but Dad wasn’t in charge of this any more. He’d given up that right when he dabbled in what he shouldn’t and left us to clean his mess. Like always.

A moment trickled by.

“You think it’ll work?” For once, Martin’s voice was small.

I sighed and traced the handle of Mr. Stormled’s broken wicker chair. “Yeah. Or Mama will remain a branch forever. Julie says that’s what happened to Grandma … last time Dad tried to use magic.”

 

 

 

For the Sunday Photo Fiction challenge

Faded Charm

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Photo: Philip Coons

 

If you’re broken by worry

Hanging by a thread

Filled with dread,

There are links

That can hold

Even the weary and old,

Who then ride

The hard time

Till restored faded charm.

 

 

For the Thursday Doors challenge

 

Almost

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Photo: Amitai Asif

 

Still they strive

Strain to grow

Stretch to touch

Yearning so.

Almost there

But not quite

Only five

Thousand years

Till they finally

Hold hands.

 

For dVerse Poetic Tuesday

 

 

Eight Not Ate

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Photo: Smadar Halperin-Epshtein

 

Eight brown ducks bobbing by

In the shade, under sky

Waiting for humans’ bread

To fall down on their head.

 

For August photo a day challenge

 

Big Brother

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Photo: Smadar Halperin-Epshtein

 

I will go, Big Brother

To the end of the earth

After you.

In spite of fear

I will try to repeat

All you do.

But I’ll still

Just in case

Reach for

And draw courage

From you.

 

 

For the Wits End Challenge: Childhood

 

Times Old

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Photo: Inbar Asif

 

In the days that unfold

Morning rays

Evening’s gold,

What awaits

Up your sleeve,

Still untold,

Kept in trust

Since times old?

 

 

For The Daily Post

“I Am Waiting”

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Photo: mostlymommyhood.com

 

“I am waiting,” she crouched with jaw ensconced by tiny fists supported on little elbows pressed into small knees.

Her eyes did not leave the circle of translucence and white suds.

“It will be a while,” her momma said. “How about we go have a snack? I think we still have some cookies left.”

“But I’m waiting,” the toddler admonished, as if the wait itself precluded any other thing from being done … not even the consumption of normally-tantrum-before-dinner-worthy cookies.

Then again, maybe this wait indeed required full attention. After all, it was her terry friends being tumbled, wet, forlorn and all alone, so far away from hug and hand.

 

 

For The Daily Post

For Photo and how-to: http://mostlymommyhood.com/2012/11/17/the-friends-get-a-bath/

 

For A Change

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Photo: Philip Coons

 

Provoking change

Need not mean

Torment or insult.

Better growth is

To be had:

Evoke hope.

Inspire trust.

Kindle progress.

Proffer light.

 

 

 

For The Daily Post

Tardy Times

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Photo: Na’ama Yehuda

 

Sometimes I know

The pace of

Tardy,

Slow but

Stubborn,

Will outwit

My best laid plans.

Goalposts redrawn.

 

 

 

For The Daily Post