black & blue
i dream of a day
black & blue living
together as friends
all of our blood
runs red
kat ~ 28 August 2016
For Elusive Trope’s Magnetic Poetry Saturday Challenge using the Original Kit.
Seasonings – Part 8
Seasoning – Part 8
Helen left Hannah and headed straight to the kitchen. “What a bloody mess this is!”
She cleared dust off the counters and stove top and dove into the groceries she’d had delivered. There were lovely potatoes and butter, three Cornish hens wrapped in butcher paper, apples, sacks of flour and sugar, fresh milk and a satchel of herbs.
“We shall have a lovely dinner tonight! That should settle things down around here.” Satisfied with her plan, she hummed a lively tune as she prepared each dish to perfection.
“Wha! What is that ungodly racket!” The noise from the kitchen had jolted Henry from his distressing dream. It took him a few seconds to remember that he had house guests. Unwelcome house guests! “I don’t need this! I won’t have it! I won’t!” He got himself together and grabbed his overcoat.
Helen was putting the finishing touches on dinner when Henry stomped into the kitchen. Behind her Hannah had just entered from the breezeway.
“What is that amazing aroma? I can’t wait to…”
Henry interrupted Hannah, his eyes smoldering, “I told you Helen, I take my meals out! Look at the mess you’ve made of this kitchen!”
“I made your favorites Henry. Come now, let’s have a nice dinner.”
Henry growled, threw his coat on and bolted out the front door slamming it behind him.
Helen turned to look at Hannah who stood frozen in the doorway. “Come along Hannah, help me get this to the dining room. He’ll be back. He’s a stubborn one, always has been. But he’ll come around. You’ll see!”
Dinner was a quiet affair. Henry’s absence had cast a pall over the evening.
Hannah broke the silence managing a weak smile. “That was delicious Helen. You’ve been so kind. Let me get the dishes and kitchen put back in order.”
“Thank you dear, it was my pleasure, but I’m sure you’re exhausted. I’ll take care of the dishes. You go settle in for the night. We’ll get a fresh start in the morning.”
Back in her room Hannah started to unpack. With each item placed in the dresser, she fell deeper into regret. “Oh, what have I done. This is not at all what I imagined it would be!” She wrapped herself in her mother’s quilt, dropped to the floor and sobbed herself to sleep.
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Part 8 of a series prompted by Jane Dougherty’s Microfiction Challenge and the painting above. To read other installments click HERE.
Truepenny – Friday’s Word of the Day Haiku
Today’s Dictionary.com word of the day is Truepenny. Most dictionaries agree almost word for word on its meaning. It is defined as an honest, trustworthy person; the Encarta Dictionary adds the word “loyal” in its description, as well as an added definition: the name given to a coin of genuine value.
It originated during the mid 1500’s and one source I read stated that even though most of us would not consider a penny to be a coin of value, we have kept the term around all these centuries because it is found in Shakespeare’s Hamlet. From the site WorldwideWords:
“…this word is best remembered because it features in Hamlet, in the scene in which his father’s ghost tells Hamlet of his murder and asks him to avenge it. When Marcellus and Horatio enter, the ghost cries from the cellar below for them to swear that they will never divulge what Hamlet is about to tell them. Hamlet shouts to his father, “Art thou there, truepenny?”.
Calling someone a Truepenny is definitely a compliment. It’s a term of endearment and trust. Here is my haiku then…a penny for your thoughts!
worth every penny
or at least two pennies worth
a truepenny’s words.kat ~ 26 Auguest 2016
Shattering Tradition – A Three Line Tale
photo by Rachel Crowe
It was fashioned of brushed brass, clicking cogs, and black dials and numbers set on an ivory face, a treasure passed from generation to generation, to the eldest son, as was customary in their family.
But because the current generation had produced no male heirs, the family’s patriarch had arranged for the pocket watch to be locked in a vault for safe keeping until the next male progeny was born…except…this was the 21st Century and there were three daughters waiting in the wings.
Members of the family petitioned the old man to consider the eldest of the three, an accomplished, intelligent young woman, to be the next owner of the watch, and he, after careful consideration and a twinkle in his eye as he gazed intently into hers, exclaimed, “Well hell, why not!” embracing his favorite girl sealing the deal; and a dusty old tradition was shattered by an antique, just like that!
kat ~ 25 August 2016
In response to Sonya’s Three Line Tale Challenge based on this photo by Rachel Crowe.
Summer Storm – A Rondelet
Don’t rush for coverphoto © Fir0002
for there is inspiration to be found.
Don’t rush for cover
when a rumbling summer storm hovers.
Let your senses be filled with wild wind sounds,
skin tingling wet from the rain falling down,
Don’t rush for cover!kat ~ 24 August 2016
A Rondelet for Jane Dougherty’s Poetry Challenge this week. The prompt is Summer Storm. The Rondelet is a French form consisting of a single septet with two rhymes and one refrain:AbAabbA. The capital letters are the refrains, or repeats. The refrain is written in tetra-syllabic or dimeter and the other lines are twice as long – octasyllabic or tetrameter.
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