Wagon Trail

wagon trail PhilipCoons

Photo: Philip Coons

 

Hitch the horses to the carriage,

Pack the trunk

(Or wagon) full.

There’s a lot yet to discover,

As we hit the road.

Now pull!

 

 

For the Tuesday Photo Challenge: Road

 

 

Keen Green

Praying Mantis Dvora Freedman

Photo: Dvora Freedman

 

Hello there,

How are you, Ma’am?

I’ve missed a spot?

Oh well, oh damn.

There’s no perfection

On the lam

And I’ve really

Got to scram.

Have you seen some

Elves around?

I’ve been told to

Look for rainbows

At the end of

Traffic jams,

(And yes, I know the

Gold’s a scam

But I’ll still give it

An exam).

 

 

 

For Terri’s Sunday Stills: Green

 

Unexpected Sales

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Photo: Na’ama Yehuda

 

I did not quite expect,

On the beach, in the sun,

A visit from dinos

Puppeted by a man.

Granted these all were smaller

Than the ones I would fear,

But I still did not really

Want them too near.

 

My eyes must’ve

Been wide

As I waved

Him aside,

But two chairs

To the right

He sold three

With delight.

 

 

For the Lens-Artist Photo Challenge: Unexpected

 

Scouts Honor

Photo: © Ted Strutz

 

“Where exactly does your uncle live?”

“You’ll see.”

I narrowed my eyes. Larry relished building tension. Perhaps mandatory in magicians, but guaranteed to annoy offstage!

“This better not be a trick!” I warned.

“It’s not,” he responded. “Scouts honor.”

“You’ve been kicked out of Scouts.”

He laughed.

We traipsed through deserted woods. No house anywhere. Not even a cabin. Just scraggly trees, weeds, and a spooky car wreck. Larry made for the latter.

I followed warily, smelling trickery.

“Here,” he reached under the hood, pressed something, unveiled stairs. “Ta-da! Uncle’s Red’s subterranean house!”

 

 

For Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers

 

Morning Manners

grooming Inbar Asif

Photo: Inbar Asif

 

One cannot head to pasture

On a fine, chilly morn

Without checking to see if

One’s mane’s properly adorned.

 

 

For the Tuesday Photo Challenge: Surprise

 

Gramma’s Right

PHOTO PROMPT © Nathan Sowers

 

“You can come with me,” she insisted.

“Mazie,” I sighed. “You’re old enough to know not to take Gramma’s stories literally.”

The seven-year-old shrugged, and the new pixie cut she’d insisted on and which took away the curls I so adored, glinted in the light.

She glanced at the dilapidated building, then at me. Her face was inscrutable. Was she hesitant or exasperated? Perhaps both?

The moment stretched.

“Gramma’s right,” she sputtered. “You’re too stubborn for your own good.”

And she stepped through the mirror, onto grass, and disappeared into the shack.

 

 

For Friday Fictioneers: August 31 2018

 

Make Gravity Weep

Upsidedown house SmadarHalperinEpshtein

Photo: Smadar Halperin-Epshtein

 

Hold on to your hat

And the change in your pockets

They upended this house

From drawers to sockets.

You will see chairs on ceilings

Light fixtures on floors

Every room, nook, and cranny

Odder than one before.

Floating car in garage

Beds that won’t let you sleep

Basement’s legs in the sky

Will make gravity weep.

So come right on in

Come sideways and down

This whole silly house

Is a merry go clown.

Upsidedown House2 SmadarHalperinEpshtein

Photo: Smadar Halperin-Epshtein

 

 

For Cee’s Odd Ball Photo Challenge

 

Mountain Mural

Cuba7 InbarAsif

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

 

 

Aladdin

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Photo: Osnat Halperin-Barlev

 

Did Aladdin forget you

On the shore

Of this lake,

Or did he just land

For a quick dip

To take?

 

 

For Cee’s Odd Ball Photo Challenge