
shock, awe, fire, fury
vain swagger, mission fails
but what of peace…love
~kat
For Haiku Horizons Challenge, Prompt Word: Throw (shock, awe)

shock, awe, fire, fury
vain swagger, mission fails
but what of peace…love
~kat
For Haiku Horizons Challenge, Prompt Word: Throw (shock, awe)

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.

came on horseback through the town, they say, naked
as the day that she was born, a selfless act, the debt she paid
to lift the tolls her husband waged on townsfolk, how she
pitied them, Lady Godgifu, whilst they hid, their windows shut
but for a tailor so called Thomas who rued his choice to peep
~kat
For Jane Dougherty’s August Stanza Challenge.
I know what you’re thinking…REALLY? Well the naked ride is the stuff of legend. But Godgifu, Countess of Mercia and her husband Leofric, Earl of Mercia, actually did exist. They are my 34th great grandparents. And not only that, Lady Godiva, as we know her shares my birthday, June 2. How serendipitous! Perhaps I get my flair for activism for causes I believe in from her. Not that I would disrobe to make a point, but I have stood in my share of protest crowds in towns and even in Washington DC. Every voice matters. 🙂
The Begats:
A day late. Had it ready to go last evening…life…and then i fell asleep before posting it. I owe you one more Stanza for today 😊

penned in history’s tomes the story of a clan
who’s roots trace back to greatness, to the loins
of Charlemagne; a certain noble lineage
Trowbridge, one such name, of Thomas and
Elizabeth, great grands from whence I came
~kat
For Jane Dougherty’s August Stanza Challenge.
It has been said that many people can trace their roots to Charlemagne. When one considers that families back in the day had a dozen or more children, generation to generation, it is not hard to believe that his progeny are legion. But I was certainly surprised to find my own family line weaved into that infamous tapestry. My 12th great grands, are Thomas Trowbridge born in 1598, who was the first Trowbridge to cross the Atlantic to America, along with his wife Elizabeth, nee Marshall. I am a descendant of their son James and all the begats thereafter.
I was thinking…I might even be related to some of you. It’s possible you know. From the beginning of humankind to now, Adam and Eve aside, I believe we are all kin. Wouldn’t it be nice if we could all get along? 😉