Inconnu: Friday’s Word of the Day Haiku Challenge

inconnu

Happy Friday to you! It’s time once again for Dictionary.com’s Word of the Day and my own personal challenge to come up with a Haiku using the word! Today’s “Inconnu” is an interesting word that seems, at first glance, to have a split personality, but I happened upon the history behind the mystery!

Dictionary.com’s definition for inconnu
  1. a person who is unknown; stranger.
  2. Also called sheefish. a game fish, Stenodusleucichthys, of fresh or brackish northern waters.

“inconnu originated in the early 1800’s and comes from the French term of the same spelling, which literally means “unknown.” It shares a Latin root with cognition defined as “the act or process of knowing.”

So…how did the French word “inconnu” come to be the alternate name of the Sheefish, a large, long-lived migratory salmon/whitefish/pike-like fish that lives near the Arctic Circle?

According to the Canada Department of Marine’s Annual Report, Volume 33 the story goes that French explorers to the Mackenzie River area were so puzzled by this odd fish that was a cross between a pike and a whitefish, that they called it the “don’t-know-what-fish” or the “undetermined fish”…hence the “Inconnu”… and the name stuck. It is also interesting to note that the Native Montagnais Indians of the area also called this fish “ouananiche”, translated to “the little what-is-it fish” or the “Little below-the-rapids pool fish.”

Such varied applications of this word definitely call for two Haiku! Have a great Weekend!

anonymous

Inconnu…the Unknown

Clever “Anon”
that wise inconnu author
suffers no critics!

~ kat ~ 13 November 2015

Watercolor Painting by Detlef Buettner http://home.gci.net/~lifesize.fish/

Watercolor Painting by Detlef Buettner
http://home.gci.net/~lifesize.fish/

Inconnu…the Weird Fish!

Let’s have a fish fry!
Some little what-is-it fish…
french-fried inconnu.

~ kat ~ 13 November 2015


Tomb of the Unknown

Photo Credit: J.R. Munoz-McNally - Sunday, January 13, 2008

Photo Credit: J.R. Munoz-McNally – Sunday, January 13, 2008

The white-gloved, dressed-blue Sentinels walk
twenty-one steps from end to end
so to honor those Unknown
who answered duty’s call
Anonymously
known but to God
their motives
ever
pure
now
entombed
eternally
atop a hill…
no widow’s goodbye
nor mother’s mournful cry
yet guarded hour to hour
a nation solemnly declares
none who die for freedom die in vain.

~kat 12 November 2015

This verse was prompted by Jane Dougherty’s Poetry Challenge #5…the Nonet with the theme being “war in any of its forms, taken from any angle.”. A Nonet is 9 line verses with syllables: 9-8-7-6-5-4-3-2-1. As suggested I added a reverse Nonet as well.  If you’d like to read more Nonets or participate in this challenge click HERE.


Starbucks Cups…REALLY?

I don’t often do commentary on politics, religion or fashion (threw this last one in here to see if you were paying attention), but when I do, I like to look a the absurdity of the issues we seem to lose our minds over.  This week…it’s coffee cups. Next week…hide the babies and pull down the shade, it could be something as life-changing as placemats! At any rate, because so many people seem to be so worked up about this, I felt compelled to bring a bit humor into the discussion. I’m sure some folks may not find it humorous. Oh well, I did. So free speech and all, here is my Starbucks Meme. Happy Wednesday.

Cups by Starbucks...Statement by Yours Truly...kat 2015

Cups by Starbucks…Statement by Yours Truly…kat 2015


The Three Graces

Photo Credit: J. Hardy Carroll

Photo Credit: J. Hardy Carroll

“Shhhhh…(whispering) Look! Just in front of the blue door. Do you see them?!”

“Oh wow! Yeah, I see ‘em. Heard about the “Three Graces”. Wow!”

The “Three Graces”?

“Well the story is that those three little girls died in a fire in the church back in 1907. Sad story. See how they’ve bricked up the windows? Used to be stained glass. The blaze was so hot there was nothing left of them. Sad. 

Quick! Get a picture with your phone. Nobody’s gonna believe this!

I never woulda’ believed it if I hadn’t see ‘em myself. But there they are!”

~kat ~11 November 2015

(99 Words/Genre: Supernatural Fiction)

This story in response to Friday Fictioneer’s 100 Word Story Challenge (Photo prompt provided by J. Hardy Carroll). If you would like to read more stories or participate in the challenge, click HERE.


Beansie

This week’s photo prompt is provided by pixabay.com (free to use photos)

 

“I live on Dogwood Lane just past the clock tower on Main. Take a right at the phone booth.” Sandy said. 

“Phone booth? Who has phone booths theses days? What’s the house number?” 

“Don’t worry about that. You’ll know when you get here.” I could hear the wide grin on her face. 

“Ok. See you soon.” 

Sandy was right. How could I miss it? 

It was Beansie! That old car took us on many an adventure. Hanging out at the Burger Barn, roller skating, football games, movie nights. She was a silent witness to our teenage angst. The hopes, fears and dreams we shared back before life got complicated. 

Old Beansie wasn’t burning any rubber these days. But seeing her brought back so many memories.  

“I can’t believe you still have Beansie!” 

Sandy smiled.“It’s so good seeing you! How long has it been?” 

“Too long!” 

She and I spent hours remembering.

~kat ~ 9 November 2015
148 Words

This story prompted by Priceless Joy’s Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers (FFfAW) weekly challenge. To read more stories or participate, click HERE.