Monthly Archives: August 2016

While We Sleep – A Ghazal

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The Dawn by John la Farge, 1899

Saving dreamers from eternal sleep,
she rips night’s veil asunder while we sleep.

The moon grows pale as slowly she descends,
to dip past the horizon while we sleep.

And fiery sun glows red at cusp of day,
his passion rousing creatures while we sleep.

But Dawn controls this dance of vast extremes
she summons mist to cool us while we sleep.

Though utter darkness looms, our souls to keep,
we trust Dawn to protect us while we sleep.

kat ~ 18 August 2016

A Ghazal for Jane Dougherty’s Weekly Poetry Challenge, prompt word: “Dawn”. You can learn more about the Ghazal at Shadow Poetry. This form is not for the faint of heart. But I do encourage you to give it a go. You’ll feel so accomplished if and when you are able to pull it off. (Hoping I managed at least a middling Ghazal my first try. This form will take some practice!)


Secret of the Tides – Magnetic Poetry Monday

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Secret of the Tides

the moon knows a thing
or more about longing…
she listens every night
to the deep murmurings
of souls lonely for warmth.
that must be why she
breathes wild life into
water at dawn and at dusk.

kat – 15 August 2016
(Using the Nature Kit from Online Magnetic Poetry)

 


Thwarted – A Three Line Tale Haiku

photo by Ashim D’Silva

It’s quite sinister
evil lurks in carry-ons
thank you T.S.A.!

kat ~ 14 August 2016

Better late than not! My entry for Sonya of Only 100 Words’ Three Line Tale Challenge based on this photo. 


Seasoning – Part 6

Seasoning – Part 6

It had been a stormy day. As the taxi rounded the curve at the edge of Waverly Estate, a beautiful full rainbow graced the dark skies in the distance. Hannah just knew it was a sign that her dreams were coming true. The whole world was opening up to her. She settled into her seat, leaning her head against the window, taking it all in as the taxi headed to the city.

Henry was not happy with his sister.

“How dare you come here unannounced and take it upon yourself to manage my life as if you know what I need! You’ve crossed the line this time Helen. When this person arrives, you can send her right back where she came from. I have no use for her, or for you. And don’t get too comfortable here. I expect you to make arrangements to leave on the next train!”

“Well Henry, that is simply not an option. I’m protecting my own interest in this home as well you know. I refuse to let you run it into the ground! Our parents, and their parents before them would be heartbroken over how you’ve let things go. I’ll not have it! And you, dear brother need to get a grip. It’s been three years Henry! Alice, and yes I’ll say her name…Alice would be so sad to see you like this!”

The doorbell chimed.

“Remember what I said Henry,” Helen admonished as she glanced through the window at the taxi at the curb, “I expect you to be cordial to this young woman.

Helen opened the door while Henry scowled, arms crossed, in the parlor.

“Hello Hannah dear, i hope you didn’t encounter that awful storm on your trip. So nice to finally meet you in person!”

“Hello Mrs. Chambers.”

“Please call me Helen.”

Hannah smiled, “Hello Helen. And no, we missed the storm! Actually there was the most beautiful rainbow…” Hannah’s escalating enthusiasm faded slightly as she glimpsed a sullen Henry standing in the parlor.

Helen followed her glance, “Hannah, this is my brother Henry. He lives here. I’m just visiting as you know, and plan to stay until you’re comfortable with your duties.”

Henry stepped forward ignoring Hannah’s extended hand. “To be clear Miss, your presence here is my meddling sister’s doing. I have no need for a housekeeper or gardener or whatever else it is that she’s hired you to do. I take my meals out and work long hours. You and I will get on as long as I don’t see or hear you.” Henry glared at his sister as he stormed out of the room.

Hannah flashed a confused look toward Helen who chuckled, “Don’t pay him any mind Hannah. He’ll warm up to the idea, and to you soon enough. Let’s get you settled in your quarters.

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Installment #6 of a fiction series prompted by Jane Dougherty’s Microfiction Challenge and this Rainbow painting. You can read other installments HERE and scrolling to the series named Seasoning. 


Ghosts- Magnetic Poetry Saturday


ghosts of older days
surround and haunt me like
cool blue smoke making me
breathless and broken, but if i
remember without lingering
on the crap and celebrate
the good times, my heart
may open to healing and
peace, bringing me home

kat ~ 14 August 2016

A poem using the Poet’s Kit for Elusive Trope’s Saturday Magnetic Poetry Challenge.