Haphazard Town

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Photo: Smadar Halperin-Epshtein

 

One does not need a plan

To get lost

In this new town

She thought

Right before

She did.

 

 

For The Weekend Writing Prompt: Haphazard

Dedicated to my friend F.C. who at least had the wherewithal to call the local cavalry …

 

 

Long Unseen

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Photo: Atara Katz

 

As the stories unfold

Pried from time’s

Stranglehold

Bit by bit

You’ll behold

What the fingers

Of old

Would have seen

Could have told.

 

For the d’Verse Poets challenge: Unseen Things

 

Stepped Up Conversation

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Photo: Dvora Freedman

 

What did she want in that bottle?

What did the store owner allow?

Did her friend understand why it mattered

And how?

Did her own yellow sandals

That fit only sort of

Used to hang in the window

In a bag from above?

What words did they exchange?

Did the girl smile or sigh?

I look at this photo and wonder

What she had asked to buy.

 

 

For V.J.’s Weekly Challenge #10: Conversation

 

Up Swing

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Image credit Gamze Bozkaya via Unsplash

 

“Hang on tight!” Mermee called

And she launched

Wings unfold

O’er fields

Mountains old.

And below her

I swung

My heart in my throat

Rung

As below me unfolded

Hope and fear, life remolded.

Till claws

Let go

And I fell.

Morning broke

My dream’s spell.

 

 

For The MMLM Photo Challenge

 

Cookie Crumble

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Photo by Cook Eat on Pexels.com

 

It is the cookie that she wants

No teddy bear, no owl, no bunny.

It is the cookie that she holds

In hand, not in her tummy.

She takes it with her to the park

She holds it all through bedtime story.

She’d bring it right into the bath

To her it’s mandatory.

Her mother sighs

Because she knows:

It is the cookie that will crumble

All over blanket, sheets, and pillow.

The cookie that she’ll have to pry the last remains of

From her child’s hand tomorrow.

 

 

For Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt

Her Golden Child

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photo by Sharon McCutcheon via Skillshare

 

He’d always been her golden child, born after years of sorrow.

He’d always been her precious jewel, the promise of tomorrow.

He’s gone to take the saffron robes, been hers only to borrow.

 

For Three Line Tales–week 128

 

Digging to China

Friday Fictioneers’ photo prompt © Connie Gayer

 

He didn’t want to hear a word against the possibility.

“It is a round world, Meg,” he said,

And listened not to facts nor feasibility.

“China is there at the bottom, you will see.”

He said and spread the shovels all around for company.

It’s been a long first year of him retired

And the days stretched on.

“Go ahead, dear,” Meg agreed,

For China may let her keep her sanity indeed.

 

 

To join Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers prompt, click here.

 

Three Line Tale: Opener

 

The stage is set to hushed repose

Incipient characters rush forth

Turn simmering muse to full on prose.

 

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  • Write three lines inspired by the photo prompt (& give them a title if possible).
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For Three Line Tales Week 88