twirl me on the cooling breeze
toss my hair with feathered kiss,
gaze at me through smoky haze
of embers warm and luminous.
lay me down on sodden beds
where the veil is ever thin,
pungent, fragrant gold-red death
pale moon glow upon my skin.
season of my heart and soul
faithful, grace-filled, ever true
meet me for our yearly tryst
here beneath the harvest moon.
kat ~ 23 September 2015
on this first day of Autumn 2015
Exclamation! Birth!
(Life between Parentheses)
The End…Period?
kat ~ 22 September 2015
(A note to earlier visitors to this Haiku. I was not satisfied with the ending. Just a tweak more punctuation needed. 😊 c’est fini!)
In response to Monday’s Finish the Story Weekly Prompt. This story begins with the line, “She lived in a mango tree.” Thanks to Barbara W. Beacham for the photo inspiration this week.
She lived in a mango tree. Some say she was as crazy as the cuckoo birds swirling around her long gray locks of hair. For forty years she had lived there. A tragedy of love, unrequited.
From the moment she saw him she knew he was her soul mate. But how would she capture his heart?
One day she followed him home…a simple house, set among a grove of mango trees. She conjured a brilliant plan. She would hide herself on the full moon and when he passed by she would sing sweetly from above (she was known for her beautiful voice). He would succumb instantly and they would be forever lovers.
As night fell, he arrived with maiden. She watched as they kissed, professing their love. She never sang that night or ever again, and vowed never to leave. She never did. He was her soul mate.
~kat / 21 September 2015
(149 words)
In response to Ronovan’s Haiku Challenge #63…”Stag” & “Noise”. This one was quite a challenge, but it got the old brain clicking, which is a good thing on a rainy Monday morning! So…here’s my take…Poor deer. 😦
Photo Credit: by Matt Reinbold from Bismarck, ND, USA on Flickr
Ears perked toward the noise,
the stag became a statue
on some hunter’s wall.
kat ~ 21 September 2015
Ears perked toward the noise, the stag became a statue.
The stag became a statue on some hunter’s wall.
“Delay” is the prompt for Ben Nicholson’s Six Word Story Challenge #6. I happen to believe his example is pure perfection! You should check it out HERE. Bravo Ben!
Because I love this challenge I’m giving it a go…😊
Stock photo from Dreamstime
She wasn’t late. She wasn’t coming.
kat ~ 20 September 2015
