November 16, 2015

Farmyard Fracas

By Kat Myrman

Photo Credit: Sonya- Only 100 Words


“Ahhhhh whhaaaaahh whahhh whhhhaaaa! There he goes again, flaunting that obnoxious white plumage of his!”

“Cockalorum! He makes me sick!”

“Just look at that peahen turning herself inside out, trying to get his attention. Someone should ban him from the barnyard!”

“He’s a mutant you know. His kind are all show! I don’t think he has one peachick to his name. He just uses our peahens. Scoundrel!!!”

“You’re right. We just need to be patient.”

“Wait! Is she looking our way?!”

“She is! It’s strut-time! Good luck buddy.”

“Ahhhhh whhaaaaahh whahhh whhhhaaaa! May the best peacock win!”

~ kat ~ 16 November 2015
(98 Words)

A story for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. To read more click HERE.

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November 16, 2015

Old Leo

By Kat Myrman
Photo Credit: A Mixed Bag 2015

Photo Credit: A Mixed Bag 2015

It was the first thing she noticed when the social worker escorted her to the imposing fortress where she would live for the next several years. It scared her…that lion face, ears lurched forward, cold glaring eyes. After her parents died in the car accident everything scared Emily. But with a steel resolve and an extra squeeze of her teddy bear, she marched right past that lion never letting on how terrified she was.

Years came and went. It was a good time of making new friends, learning and growing…and naming “Old Leo” as Emily came to call him. No longer frightened by his austere demeanor, she felt comforted, protected by his presence. Old Leo was her special sentinel against the harsh realities of a world that had left her orphaned. A wise guard, always on post, he allowed her the time and space she needed to heal and to thrive.

Heroes come in all shapes, sizes and types. And it seems that some of the most powerful, like Old Leo, are carved in stone.

~ kat ~ 16 November 2015
(175 Words)

This story is prompted by the photo above for Sunday Photo Fiction. If you’d like to participate or read more stories click HERE.

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November 16, 2015

Cover & Color – A Haiku

By Kat Myrman

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‘Neath stained canopies
we yawn through darkening days
come winter we’ll sleep.

~ kat ~ 16 November 2015

(“Neath stained canopies we yawn through darkening days.” / “We yawn through darkening days, come winter we’ll sleep.”)

So…this week’s Haiku challenge prompts were “Cover” and “Color”. Last week I used the Thesaurus for my trio, but more as a dictionary to get ideas on various definitions of the prompt words.  This week I did a full out Thesaurus flip, switching out words in my Haiku. Thank for the reminder and suggestion Ron.  I like how this haiku turned out, while maintaining the
“color” of the prompt words, I was able to “cover” the topic using alternatives that sounded a bit more creative. For more Haiku on this prompt click HERE.

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November 16, 2015

Salt

By Kat Myrman


His lips brushed her cheek
as salty tears stung his tongue,
she sighed, sweet release.

Just for good measure
she tossed salt o’er her shoulder,
brackish atonement.

Flavor enhancing,
preservation from decay
salty alchemy.

~ kat ~ 16 November 2015

A trio of Haiku for Haiku Horizons. Click HERE to see more Haiku on this week’s prompt: “Salt”.

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November 14, 2015

Sunday’s Week in Review – 15 November 2015

By Kat Myrman

Photo Credit: kat 2015

This week roared in like a lion as cooler blustery winds ushered in the last days of Autumn. The kitchen called for a batch of vegan chili while steamy teapots sputtered and hissed. With gilded gold paper cranes dangling, we honored those who served and remembered those lost, while petty people argued about red cups. This week of happy reunions and ghost sightings we never suspected the tragic turn that this 13th Friday of November held for a beloved nation…for all of us…as the last leaves of summer were plucked from tree limbs. So many words…so many emotions…this is the week that was as I reflect on it one last time in verse…

Sunday Week in Review – 15 November 2015

Fragile limbs exposed await
Rebirth in the Spring.
Weath’ring every storm.
but I am delighted to report that I have a keeper here.
To sputter and hiss,
Like a whistling pot
“Just blowing off steam…”
ambient lamp light glows warm
I hardly noticed
like moth to flame, besotted.
Healing dreams come true
golden delicious butter
hoarding lies, like gold.
The hopes, fears and dreams we shared back before life got complicated.
But there they are!
Starbucks Cups…REALLY?
a nation solemnly declares
Suffer(s) no critics
with all eyes on her now
For the people of Paris…
I watch you cling
to the last leaves of
summer
rising from the depths
Forgive him, she did…for herself.

~ kat 15 November 2015

If you’re new to this blog, a bit of background to explain the verse above. It is a line from each poem or prose from the previous week. Lifted and placed in the order written. A snapshot review of the week. It helps me clean the slate…reflect, and ready myself for the new week. 

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