Author Archives: Kat Myrman

Fahrenheit

photo by Dan Carlson

It would be impossible after this week to dismiss global warming, with temperatures surging over 150 degrees Fahrenheit.

Tim managed to escape the blazing forest into the clearing where rescuers waited, but the sticky oil infused blacktop coated his shoes, bursting spontaneously into flames just as Tim secured himself in the rescue harness to begin his ascent to the hovering helicopter.

While everyone watched in horror, Tim kicked his feet frantically, finally freeing his feet from his shoes as they plummeted like fireballs to the ground below.

kat ~ 22 July 2016

A Three Line Tale for Sonya at Only 100 Words.


Prayers for Munich


Seasoning – Part 3

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Helen was worried about her little brother. The family hadn’t heard from him in months. He stopped coming to holiday gatherings and never answered his phone. Enough was enough! Being 10 years his senior, she knew Henry’s brooding tendencies quite well. Even as a baby he barely smiled. It wasn’t until he met Alice that his countenance changed.

Helen booked a ticket on the next train ensuring that she would arrive on a Saturday when Henry was home.

As the taxi hugged the curb, she was startled to see that the house had fallen into minor disrepair. The average person wouldn’t notice of course, but Helen knew how meticulous Henry was about his boxwood hedges and lawn edging. She rang the bell three times before hearing movement behind the door.

As Henry opened the door, squinting from the sunlight, he stepped back a stride when he realized who had come to call. “Helen! You’re here!”

“Yes little brother, I am. You look like crap!” She pushed past Henry sending a cloud of dust into the stale air; more dust as she pulled the drapes open. “Get me some tea Henry, will you? I’m parched!”

kat ~ 22 July 2016
(194 Words)

A third installment in the series for Jane Dougherty’s Microfiction Challenge based on the painting above by Else Berg. Read the first two installments of this story by clicking HERE and scrolling to the story called Seasoning.

 


Valkyrie

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she paints the cobalt sky with light
a gift of stars for wanderers
bright hope for weary travelers
to guide them through the dark of night

to help them set their course aright
to lead them on a path secure
she paints the cobalt sky with light
a gift of stars for wanderers

soaring on the wind she takes flight
to rise up to Valhalla’s shore
to lead brave heroes slain in war
to their reward for well-fought fights
she paints the cobalt sky with light.

Kat ~ 22 July 2016

A Rondel for Jane Dougherty’s Poetry Challenge based on the photo above by John Bauer and by the prompt words: Star, Gift, Wander, Soaring, Cobalt.


Woolgathering – Friday’s Word of the Day Haiku

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Have you been woolgathering lately?  Today’s Dictionary.com Word of the Day entered the English vocabulary in the 1500’s, literally meaning the gathering of the tufts of wool shed by sheep and caught on bushes. It is also associated with indulgence in idle fancies and in daydreaming and absentmindedness.

B.A. Phythian explains the connection between the word’s literal and figurative applications in A Concise Dictionary of Phrase and Fable (1993): It was an activity for poor people hoping to gather enough fragments to weave together, entailing a certain amount of haphazard rambling among hedgerows and fields by women and children. This rather random wandering has been a metaphor for dreaminess since the 16th century.

For additional understanding, here is Merriam-Webster’s definition:

Woolgathering once literally referred to the act of gathering loose tufts of wool that had gotten caught on bushes and fences as sheep passed by. Woolgatherers must have seemed to wander aimlessly, gaining little for their efforts, for in the mid-16th century “woolgathering” began to appear in figurative phrases such as “my wits (or my mind) went a-woolgathering” – in other words, “my mind went wandering aimlessly.” From there, it wasn’t long before the word woolgathering came to suggest the act of indulging in purposeless mind-wandering.

I don’t know that I have ever heard this word used, but most of us are not exposed to the literal activity of woolgathering in this day and age. Perhaps a better metaphor for 21st century woolgathering could be TwitterTrolling. Hmmm…I like it. “Her twittertrolling caused her to miss the boarding call for her flight.”

Woolgathering and twittertrolling, are considered indulgences in this modern era where time is money and we are constantly working to do more with less to satisfy some shareholder’s bottom line. If you do engage in occasional woolgathering it is a good idea to do so with one ear open and your wits intact so you don’t miss something important.

Here is my Haiku then…playing a bit with the sheep reference. Have a great Friday!

Those who are naive
minds adrift, woolgathering
are easily fleeced.

kat ~ 22 July 2016