fools seek miracles
to save them from calamities
of their own making
~kat
For Ronovan Writes Haiku Challenge, prompt words: Miracle & Save.
Miracles for Fools
Dissonant
Photo by TJ Paris
blue sky speckled black
conspirators cackling
ravens on the wing
~kat
For TJ’s Household Haiku Challenge based on this photo by his photo and the prompt Words: Melody (Cackle) and Blue.
Disturbed
photo by Carson Arias via Unsplash
When Frieda was young, her older brother tormented her, decapitating and hiding the heads of her baby dolls, stuffed animals and lego toys.
He was a troubled soul, you see, who was later institutionalized after he directed his gruesome compulsion from inanimate toys to small animals.
Poor Frieda was troubled in her own way and her acting out as an adult years later, while seemingly harmless to living things, was no less disturbing; her home, a hoarding nightmare of empty lego boxes piled floor to ceiling and piles and piles of the heads she was never able to find as a girl.
~kat
For Sonya’s Three Line Tale Challenge based on this interesting photo by photo by Carson Arias via Unsplash.
The Fixer-Upper
PHOTO PROMPT © J Hardy Carroll
“It has potential.”
“Um, if you say so.”
“Picture this John. The kitchen goes here.” Molly tossed a shelf out of the way, sweeping her arms to display her vision. “This space is perfect for an open floor plan. Just look at those rafters! The bathroom is already plumbed. We just need new fixtures and…and…”
“Molly, you said ‘we’. You remember I’m an accountant right? I don’t know anything about…”
Molly laughed and nuzzled into him, “I know, silly. We can afford a contractor at this price. So…?
He couldn’t say no. “Well, looks like we bought a warehouse house!”
~kat
(100 Words)
For Rochelle Wisoff-Fields Friday Fictioneers Flash Fiction challenge inspired by this photo by J. Hardy Carroll.
Queen of Hearts
she wears a heart of sterling silver, pulsing, throbbing, blood-gorged sinew,
bejeweled art on a gilded, dainty chain, bleeding, breaking, burning, skipping,
a filigreed, embellished reproduction, nestled deep beneath bone and flesh.
it dangles from her neck for all to see, sometimes she wears her heart on her sleeve
it’s just an illusion, a token, messy emotions, hot, cold, spewing, searing,
that says, “love of mine, remember me”, the dark, the light, fierce honesty, authenticity.
dreamers wear hearts of sterling silver, it takes a strong, fearless soul to bear it.
Peace and Love,
~ kat
(A Cleave Poem – To be read three ways. Column One, top to bottom; Column Two, top to bottom and each line across, top to bottom.)
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