Monthly Archives: October 2016

Thin Places – Magnetic Poetry Saturday – 29 October 2016

in this sacred season of the in~
between, some say ancient spirits
wander earth at night when the
moon is darkest, following
the warm light of living souls…
but only from dusk to dawn.

– kat – 29 October 2016

For Elusive Trope’s weekly challenge: the All Hallows’ Eve Magnetic Poetry Slam.


Magnetic Poetry Saturday -29 October 2016


morning lingers like a
soft embrace waking me
slowly with long kisses,
my belly growling from desire
for delicious, hot, liquid sex…
dark coffee in a porcelain cup!
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….thinking I need a life! ūüėú
happy morning (to you)!

kat ~ 29 October 2016

For Elusive Trope’s weekly challenge. 


Ensorcell – Friday’s Word of the Day Haiku¬†


Happy Friday! Time to take a look at today’s Word of the Day on dictionary.com and come up with a haiku or two…or three.

It would not be an understatement to say that I am ensorcelled by words, though I didn’t realize it until today, that I am, or that ensorcelled is a thing. At any rate it is, a thing that is, or at least it was, sometime back in the late 16th century when it emerged from the old French verb ensorceler meaning “to bewitch”, ¬†related to “sorcerer” and “sorcery.”

Apparently, ¬†other similarly ensorcelled wordies have recently stumbled upon this new, old word. It is cropping up in modern dialogue in social and political commentary. Actually if one thinks about it, “ensorcelled” is the perfect way to describe unthinking masses who fawn over blatantly unqualified political candidates with wild ideologies. But I digress!

I also discovered that ensorcell is term used in video gaming circles as it refers to tools and weaponry that allow one to gain new levels of play. As you might suspect, these games tend to feature wizards and dragons and the like.

And finally, Ensorcelled, is the name of an award winning American-style dark, barrel-aged, sour beer that derives its “puckering tartness and beguiling complexity” from raspberries, with a hint of chocolate. If that sounds enchanting to you, best of luck finding a bottle. The producer’s website states that its latest batch is “sold out”, which is probably the best way to define something that is ensorcelled. It is often the illusion of a thing, however real or attainable, that enthralls us most.

Here are a few Haiku to put this word of the day, and me, to rest. I just noticed that it is 3 am. It’s a wearily familiar occurrence. Once again, I am ensorcelled by the words rattling around in my brain at this witching hour! I need sleep! Good night and good day! ūüėä

Ensorcelled – The Haiku

we choose our poison
based on preconceived notions
all are ensorcelled

they were ensorcelled,
a generation silenced
by driveling tweets

ensorcelled voyeurs
gasp, but cannot look away
like moths to a flame

-kat – 28 October 2016


Yellow Rose of Autumn


she always blooms in autumn time
golden bursts of fading summer
she always blooms in autumn time

shorter days and frost become her
fragile petals clinging softly
golden bursts of fading summer

sparking memories held fondly
days of innocence and sweetness
fragile petals clinging softly

cycling seasons meant to teach us
letting go is not the ending
days of innocence and sweetness

‚Äėmidst the thorns she thrives ascending
though the winter looms in waiting
letting go is not the ending

rooted deep, her heart pulsating
though the winter looms in waiting
she always blooms in autumn time
she always blooms in autumn time

kat ~ 17 October 2016
(A Terzanelle ‚Äď Each line‚Äôs meter should be the same/Rhyme Pattern: ABA bCB cDC dED eFE fFAA)

 


Seasoning – Part 16

Reviving a previous painting prompt for this installment and a shout out to Jane Dougherty for her ongoing encouragement and insight. Read other installments of this story HERE.

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Seasoning – Part 16

After Henry finished breakfast he threw on his overcoat, grabbed his hat and tipped it toward Hannah, “See you tonight then. Remember what I said about the landscapers. Whatever you need. And be sure to get that dress replaced at Jonathan’s.”

“Thank you. I will. I may not make it into town today, but I promise, before the week is out. Have a good da…” Hannah’s words hung in the air as Henry closed the door.

She cleaned the kitchen and checked the ice box and cupboards, making a list of items she needed for dinner. After calling the market with her order, she finished the rest of her daily chores. Finally, it was time to begin work in the garden.

Hannah heard the landscape crew in the front of the house. They were busy removing tree limbs and what was left of the charred trunks.

“Hello,” she called to them from the edge of the yard, “I have more for you to do in back when you’re finished here.”

“Hello Miss,” replied the crew chief, “Mr. Chambers said you might. Where can I find you when we’re done with these trees.”

“I’ll be in the back, in the garden…if you can call it that.”

A second crew member chimed in, “Oh yeah, Chief, you remember that garden. We used to help the missus with clearing and tilling every year about this time.”

“That’s right, Joe. It was one of the nicest gardens in the neighborhood, as I recall. Mrs. Chambers had quite a knack with flowers.”

“Well, I’m hoping to bring that garden back to life,” Hannah smiled, “I’m glad to hear that you are familiar with the place.”

“Yes ma’am, we know it pretty well,” said the chief, “we’ll get you started off right. You’ll probably be needing some topsoil too. We can have that back out here by tomorrow.”

“Oh yes, thank you. That will be perfect!”

Hannah turned to head back when a familiar voice called her from across the lawn.

“You hoo, Hannah dear!” It was Margery, arms laden with a basket and several jars.

“Thought you might be about ready for more fresh eggs. And I brought you some peaches too. Canned them myself last fall. They’re wonderful in a nice cobbler or pie. Do you bake? Well, of course you must! But if you’re interested, I have some good recipes. I’m happy to share them with you. Tried and tested on Mr. Gordon, they are. I’m sure you can tell by looking at him, he loves his sweets.”

By the time Margery had reached Hannah she was out of breath, but still clucking away; something about how many fruit trees they had, adding that she also had jars of apples and pears, some apple butter, and vegetables too, if Hannah was interested.

Hannah chuckled as she took the eggs and peaches from Margery. “Helen was right,” she thought, “Margery is quite a talker.”

“Thank you so much!” Hannah interjected, when Margery paused to take a breath. “These peaches will make a lovely dessert. I was just heading back to the garden, but I’d love to pause for a cup of tea if you’d like to join me.”

“Oh, thank you so much for the invitation, but I’m afraid I am on my way to town. Another time perhaps? I’m dying to hear more about the Waverly Estate. You lived there, isn’t that right?”

“Yes I did. My whole life! My parents still manage the household and grounds.”

“I can’t wait dear! We will have tea soon. But, I’m off. Have an appointment. Mustn’t be late, you know. Ta ta! Enjoy those peaches!”

Hannah brought the eggs and peaches into the kitchen. By the time she went back out to the garden, the landscape crew was waiting for her.

“Well, I can see that it’s been a while since this ground has been worked,” surmised the crew chief scratching his head, “I think we ought to start by removing all of that brush for you and then till the ground so it’s ready for topsoil.”

“Perfect!” Hannah replied. “That will be just perfect!”

“We’ll take care of it for you, ma’am.”

The market delivery boy arrived just as the crew got to work. Hannah directed him to the kitchen to deposit the groceries, sending him on his way with a shiny coin from the tip jar on the counter. She hummed a happy tune as she prepared dinner.

The landscape crew had completely cleared the brush and were tilling the soil when Hannah appeared in the back doorway with a jug of fresh lemonade and a tray of sugar cookies. ¬†As the work crew enjoyed a much deserved break, Hannah closed her eyes and breathed deeply, losing herself in the musky aroma¬†of damp earth that filled the air.¬†“This is what I dreamed of, what I hoped for when I came here,” she thought. Hannah¬†leaned against the door frame crossing her arms to warm herself, “and tonight…”she sighed. Her mind swirled with possibilities.


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