She skipped, avoiding every sidewalk crack.
~ kar ~ 31 October 2015
A Six Word Story prompted by A Sometimes Steller Storyteller. Click HERE to read more or play along.
Nowadays, we call them “eulogies” or tributes, but back in the 1500’s it was an Epicedium that would be performed in honor of the dearly departed. I suppose it is a poignant word for this time of year…with Hallowe’en, All Soul’s Day and the Day of the Dead all happening in the next few days! The veil is very thin indeed and our thoughts often drift to those who have gone before us. It’s nice to think that in times of old they sent folks out with a song. Likely written especially for the occasion, personally for that person. Today we blabber and blah, blah, blah at funerals. This is one of those quaint words that makes one long for the old way of doing things.
At any rate…there was not a lot of additional info online relating to this word. It was difficult even to find it used in a sentence. I will, however, attempt to create a Haiku using it. Have a great weekend fellow WordPressers. I give you Epicedium – A Haiku.
The choir sweetly sang
an epicedium to the queen
their much loved monarch.
~ kat ~ 30 October 2015

“Unbelievable!” he cried.
“Well, believe it!” she replied.
I can’t believe it!
Well, you better try.
“Let’s change the subject. Just drive!”
~ kat ~ 28 October 2015
a Limerick Challenge from Mind and Life Matters. If you’d like to participate or read other limericks click HERE.

A photo taken by Kat Myrman on the Haunted Savannah Walking Tour. Note the spectre in the upper window! I highlighted it for you. Next day we went back. There was nothing in that window that could’ve made that image! 🙂
Deep
darkness,
thinning veil
the spirit world
encroaches
on the
quick.
~ kat ~ 28 October 2015
This week’s Sept Challenge #3 from Jane Dougherty. The theme is “Halloween, Samhain, Toussaint, All Hallows, whatever you want to call it—the end of the old year and the beginning of the new. This is the time when the dead are close, our waking world and the otherworld touch, the door between them is open.” If you’d like to see more Septs or join the challenge, click HERE.
(A Sept is a Seven Line Poem with the following Syllable Count: 1-2-3-4-3-2-1)
So
graceful,
delicate…
but don’t intrude
or suffer
primal
rage.
~kat ~ 28 October 2015
I’m afraid I am a sept behind…or is that step? But I had so much fun with my first foray into this new poetry form, I couldn’t resist giving it a go. To see more Septs on this prompt: “Swans”…Click HERE.