adieu
hopeless
traces of ink
blotted melancholy
requiem on a crumpled page
ghosted
~kat
A Cinquain for Colleen Chesebro’s Tanka Tuesday Poetry Challenge – Synonyms Only for the prompt words: sad (hopeless, melancholy) and write (trace, ink, blot, ghost).
Towers of history? Nay, they hardly made a blip
settling in Rutland, Mass, the center of the state
a preacher, he, a wife, who bore a strapping brood of nine
while revolutionary battles raged, a great awakening time
when Daniel lived with Sarah, my great grand parents, times eight
~kat
For Jane Dougherty’s August Stanza Challenge.
Daniel Roper was born on October 2, 1730 in Worcester, Massachusetts, the son of Ephraim Roper and his wife Sybilla, née Moore. He married Sarah Greenwood on March 18, 1756 in Sutton, Massachusetts. Sarah was born on August 3, 1734 in Worcester, Massachusetts, the daughter of Daniel Greenwood and Sarah, née Adams.
Daniel served as a private in the Revolutionary Army in 1775-1776 under Captain Benjamin Richardson in the regiment of Colonel Benjamin Dikes out of Dorchester Heights. They settled in Rutland and had 9 children. Records indicate that Daniel was a Minister by trade. Sarah died in 1808. Daniel lived to the impressive age of 90, dying in 1821. Their second daughter, Sibbel is my 7th great grandmother. She married Daniel Walker. It would seem that Daniel was a popular name back in the day!
begins the life of Isabel, an heiress, good and fair and wise
wedded at age seventeen, King Henry’s ward, arranged
to William, a knight’s templar with no land to call his own
a power couple of their time, who made Old Ross their home
reviving castle Kilkenny, on River Nore, three towers
~kat
For Jane Dougherty’s August Stanza Challenge.
From Wikipedia, more on my 28th Great Grandparents Isabel and William:
Isabel was described as having been “the good, the fair, the wise, the courteous lady of high degree”. She allegedly spoke French, Irish and Latin. After her brother Gilbert’s death, Isabel became one of the wealthiest heiresses in the kingdom, owning besides the titles of Pembroke and Striguil, much land in Wales and Ireland.She inherited the numerous castles on the inlet of Milford Haven, guarding the South Channel, including Pembroke Castle. She was a legal ward of King Henry II, who carefully watched over her inheritance.
The new King Richard I arranged her marriage in August 1189 to William Marshal, regarded by many as the greatest knight and soldier in the realm. Henry II had promised Marshal he would be given Isabel as his bride, and his son and successor Richard upheld the promise one month after his accession to the throne. At the time of her marriage, Isabel was residing in the Tower of London in the protective custody of the Justiciar of England, Ranulf de Glanville. Following the wedding, which was celebrated in London “with due pomp and ceremony”, they spent their honeymoon at Stoke d’Abernon in Surrey which belonged to Enguerrand d’Abernon.
Marriage to Isabel elevated William Marshal from the status as a landless knight into one of the richest men in the kingdom. He would serve as Lord Marshal of England, four kings in all: Henry II, Richard I, John, and Henry III. Although Marshal did not become the jure uxoris 1st Earl of Pembroke, Earl of Striguil until 1199, he nevertheless assumed overlordship of Leinster in Ireland, Pembroke Castle, Chepstow Castle, as well as Isabel’s other castles in Wales such as the keep of Haverford, Tenby, Lewhaden, Narberth, Stackpole.
Shortly after their marriage, Marshal and Isabel arrived in Ireland, at Old Ross, a settlement located in the territory which belonged to her grandfather, Dermot MacMurrough. A motte was hastily constructed, a medieval borough quickly grew around it, and afterwards the Marshals founded the port town by the river which subsequently became known as New Ross. The Chronicles of Ross, which are housed in the British Museum, described Isabel and Marshal’s arrival in Ireland and records that Isabella set about building a lovely city on the banks of the Barrow.
In 1192, Isabel and her husband assumed the task of managing their vast lands; starting with the rebuilding of Kilkenny Castle and the town, both of which had been damaged by the O’Brien clan in 1173. Later they commissioned the construction of several abbeys in the vicinity.
The marriage was happy, despite the vast difference in age between them. William Marshal and Isabel produced a total of five sons and five daughters.
hush
in the dark
i’m frightened
of things
of falling down
trouble tells me
to hide
to fear
to keep inside
hush, hush
down
down
down
keep in line
hush
keep it down
voices carry,
darling
voices carry
~kat
For Manic Mondays Three-Way Prompt Challenge: Word – Hush, Photo above, Song – Voices Carry by Til Tuesday
Voices Carry
I’m in the dark, I’d like to read his mind
But I’m frightened of the things I might find
Oh, there must be something he’s thinking of
To tear him away-a-ay
When I tell him that I’m falling in love
Why does he say-a-ay
Hush hush, keep it down now, voices carry
Hush hush, keep it down now, voices carry
Uh-ah
I try so hard not to get upset
Because I know all the trouble I’ll get
Oh, he tells me tears are something to hide
And something to fear-eh-eh
And I try so hard to keep it inside
So no one can hear
Hush hush, keep it down now, voices carry
Hush hush, keep it down now, voices carry
Hush hush, keep it down now, voices carry
Uh-ah
Oh!
He wants me, but only part of the time
He wants me, if he can keep me in line
Hush hush, keep it down now, voices carry
Hush hush, keep it down now, voices carry
Hush hush, shut up now, voices carry
Hush hush, keep it down now, voices carry
Hush hush, darling, she might overhear
Hush, hush – voices carry
He said shut up – he said shut up
Oh God can’t you keep it down
Voices carry
Hush hush, voices carry
I wish he would let me talk
About the challenge: Each Tuesday I will provide a photo prompt. Your mission, if you choose to accept the challenge, is to tell a story in 280 characters or less. When you write your tale, be sure to let me know in the comments with a link to your tale.
A final note: if you need help tracking the number of characters in your story, there is a nifty online tool that will count for you at charactercountonline.com.
I will do a roundup each Tuesday, along with providing a new prompt. And if for some reason I missed your entry in the Roundup, as I have occasionally done, please let me know. I want to be sure to include your tale.
Finally, have fun!
And REMEMBER…you have 280 characters (spaces and punctuation included), to tell your tale…and a week to do it. I can’t wait to see what you create this week.
Starting us off..
Celia couldn’t sleep. As she stepped into the night, an eerie hush hummed in the coolness.
Suddenly, a cat growled nearby, startling her, it’s back arched as it recoiled, hissing.
Then, in horror she noticed her hands, covered in fur.
“Damn full moon!” she howled. “Sorry, kitty.”
~kat
280 Characters
From Reena at ReInventions:
Writers’ Block
Be not proud, Sun and Moon! Artificial moons dot the night sky.
The writers’ block hits me at this point. How do I take it ahead?
I feel a shadow hovering over me, shifting shapes. I let her out of the balcony door, and write …
A troubled soul on moonless nights…
The story starts ….
(280 characters)
From Deepa at Sync with Deep:
Love in the Moonlight
they
kissed
under the full moon
on their anniversary
the hungry souls
could not bury their love
in the graves
From Amritha at Igniting Hope:
Dreams on Fire
As the reflection of the full moon glittered in her twinkling eyes, little Sara slept beneath her neatly tucked up blanket.
“Good night dear sun, my favourite cat, my doting humming birds!” she whispered.
Finally she thanked the moon in her sleep for lighting up her dreams.
(274 characters)
It seemed to be the perfect hiding place. The thief lowered the satchel of cash into the sewer drain. He would retrieve it later.
Then the rains came. Days of rain. The sewers overflowed into the streets.
When the thief returned for his booty, a group of detectives was waiting.
~kat
277 Characters
like mercury colliding... 