Monthly Archives: August 2018

Autumn – Stanza 10

hair of red, and a rotten tooth of blue, Harald,
son of Gorm the Old, he built a bridge or two
one the oldest, longest known in Scandinavia’s
Ravning meadow; the other ‘tween the Danes and
Norse; hence ended by his bastard son, poor fellow

~kat

For Jane Dougherty’s August Stanza Challenge.

My 35th Great Grandfather, Harold “Bluetooth” is remembered for bridging the divide between the Danes and Norwegians when he became king of both countries and also for his “miracle” conversion hence, bringing Christianity to the pagans of Denmark. Though I’ve read it would take some time before his countrymen came on board. His nickname became the inspiration for our modern wireless Bluetooth technology. Now you know. Next time you pop a wireless earbud in your ear, you’ll think of Harald I’m thinking. 😊


August – Stanza 9

peep beneath Kyffhäuser hill where Barbarossa
makes his bed, alive for centuries, not dead
he waits to serve his countrymen, to unify
them once again, with ravens, circling
‘round his lair and flowing locks of ruddy hair

~kat

For Jane Dougherty’s Stanza Challenge.


The Legend of Barbarossa
From Wikipedia:

According to a king in the mountain legend, Emperor Frederick Barbarossa, who actually drowned on 10 June 1190 in the Göksu River near Silifke during the Third Crusade, is not in fact dead, but sleeps in a hidden chamber underneath the Kyffhäuser hills. He sits motionless at a stone table and his beard has supposedly grown so long over the centuries that it grew through the table. As in the similar legend of King Arthur, Barbarossa supposedly awaits his country’s hour of greatest need, when he will emerge once again from under the hill. The presence of ravens circling the Kyffhäuser summit is said to be a sign of Barbarossa’s continuing presence.


Throw – A Haiku

 

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shock, awe, fire, fury
vain swagger, mission fails
but what of peace…love

~kat

For Haiku Horizons Challenge, Prompt Word: Throw (shock, awe)


Travel – A Six Word Story

Are we there yet?

Not yet.

~kat

A Six Word Story for this week’s Six Word Story Challenge hosted by Kirst Writes this week, and Wonderwall.


Sweet Tea and Wheat Fields

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Photo Prompt by © Ronda Del Boccio

While Hanna loved living in the city, she never forgot her roots, growing up on a sprawling wheat farm in the country. Whenever she got homesick, she poured herself a tall glass of sweet tea, tucked the old quilt her grandmother gave her under her arm, and headed to her tiny porch twenty stories up. There she spread the quilt on the steel slab and sat cross-legged, watching the breeze toss the tall green stalks she had transplanted on the porch ledge. Some city folks pot bright flowers in their concrete spaces. Not Hanna. Her planters were tiny wheat fields.

~kat

100 Words for Friday Fictioneers inspired by this photo prompt by © Ronda Del Boccio.