the sun, moon and stars’
sure movements, dawn to gloaming,
cast time in shadows
~kat
For Ronovan Writes Haiku Challenge, prompt words: time & movement.
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Heatwave – A Three Line Tale
photo by Khürt Williams via Unsplash
After days of sweltering heat, even the seashore was little relief to beach-goers.
Donna fanned herself under the shade of an umbrella, rolling a cool water bottle against the back of her neck, her toes digging deep through hot sand to the cool, damp packed base below.
She started seeing double, the world fading, as she realized, too late, that she had lingered too long.
~kat
For Three Line Tales Challenge.https://only100words.xyz/2018/08/09/three-line-tales-week-132/
Autumn – Stanza 10
hair of red, and a rotten tooth of blue, Harald,
son of Gorm the Old, he built a bridge or two
one the oldest, longest known in Scandinavia’s
Ravning meadow; the other ‘tween the Danes and
Norse; hence ended by his bastard son, poor fellow
~kat
For Jane Dougherty’s August Stanza Challenge.
My 35th Great Grandfather, Harold “Bluetooth” is remembered for bridging the divide between the Danes and Norwegians when he became king of both countries and also for his “miracle” conversion hence, bringing Christianity to the pagans of Denmark. Though I’ve read it would take some time before his countrymen came on board. His nickname became the inspiration for our modern wireless Bluetooth technology. Now you know. Next time you pop a wireless earbud in your ear, you’ll think of Harald I’m thinking. 😊
Throw – A Haiku
shock, awe, fire, fury
vain swagger, mission fails
but what of peace…love
~kat
For Haiku Horizons Challenge, Prompt Word: Throw (shock, awe)
Sweet Tea and Wheat Fields
Photo Prompt by © Ronda Del Boccio
While Hanna loved living in the city, she never forgot her roots, growing up on a sprawling wheat farm in the country. Whenever she got homesick, she poured herself a tall glass of sweet tea, tucked the old quilt her grandmother gave her under her arm, and headed to her tiny porch twenty stories up. There she spread the quilt on the steel slab and sat cross-legged, watching the breeze toss the tall green stalks she had transplanted on the porch ledge. Some city folks pot bright flowers in their concrete spaces. Not Hanna. Her planters were tiny wheat fields.
~kat
100 Words for Friday Fictioneers inspired by this photo prompt by © Ronda Del Boccio.
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