eventide vespers
cloaked in wispy crimson streams
waves of frigid fire
~kat
For Haiku Horizons Challenge, prompt word, fire. Tonight the brilliant sky cooperated with my muse. She knew I planned to tackle this Haiku prompt word. How serendipitous!
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Global Uprising
It was a rare thing for polar bears and walruses to hold conference, but these are rare times.
They were soon joined by the elk, reindeer, foxes, seals, lynx, puffins, gannets, eagles, hawks and owls, and orcas and grey whales, spiny dog-fish and dolphin; an epic gathering by land sea and air, each one peaceable toward the other, evidence of the gravity of the situation.
The great sea turtle spoke from his perch at water’s edge, “These homo-sapiens are worse than their fore-bearers, the neanderthals, bent on destroying our beautiful mother and her creatures, and it is up to us to ensure their extinction, just as our ancestors did before us!”
For Sonya’s Three Line Tale Challenge based on this interesting photo by Caterina Sanders via Unsplash.
The Anniversary
the anniversary
house of bones
where all lies broken,
whispering
walls of pride,
insatiable, jagged sound
of doubt gone missing
~kat
A Shadorma (3/5/3/3/7/5) for MindLoveMisery’sMenagerie Sunday Writing Prompt based on the following titles:
The Old Sawmill
Insatiable Doubt
The Missing Eye
House of Bones
Zombie Apocalypse Take 2
The Jagged Piece
All That Lies Broken
Whispers in the Wall
The Sound of Pride
The Anniversary
The Midnighters
“Parliament is in session,” declared Ozzie, “we have a couple of live ones this evening!”
“Whooooooh…I love the futility of it all,” hooted Ollie.
Orville chimed in, “Foooooools.”
Otto, the quiet one, just ogled. He was good at ogling and freaking out fearful humans. ‘Am I a good omen or a bad one…whooooo can tell?’
“Shhhh!” Otis screeched.
“Whooo, look! They’re coming!” Odin announced.
Two souls bolted over the hill and into the valley, their hapless former selves stumbling behind in pursuit. It was futile, just as Ollie had said. After a few dips and swoops the souls faded into the mist, leaving their fleshy hosts in darkness.
Once a person loses his soul it is nearly impossible to get it back. Give your soul an inch of freedom from reason and it is sure to bolt. It’s a slippery slope. An epidemic of epic proportions orchestrated by legions of soul-less heads who are miserable and in need of adoring followers.
But at least the midnighters were entertained.
“They never had a chance,” sighed Ollie.
“Same time tomorrow then?” Odin asked his fellows.
“Wouldn’t miss it. This is better than barn crashing!” Orville guffawed.
“Whoooo’ll be next? Whooooo knows?”
~kat
A bit of silliness for Jane Dougherty’s Microfiction Challenge based on the odd painting above, that I discovered, after a quick google search, is by Hugo Gerhard Simberg (24 June 1873 – 12 July 1917), a Finnish symbolist painter and graphic artist.
Unspoken Rule
Photo by Bogdan Dada via Unsplash
Passersby could not help but notice the rusted chain and padlock on the loft window of the tower, but they never let on, following the unspoken town rule of silence while passing.
When visitors came to town, the locals were swift to scurry them past, lest they disturb the fiend that resided behind the faded blue shutters by asking too loudly about the chains.
It was such a sad story, you see, because the only way they could save themselves from the cruel edicts of the terrible dictator was to lock him away with cable tv, fast food and a phone for tweeting.
~kat
Sorry…just had to have a bit of fun with this one. Have a lovely week everyone. This little story is for Sonya’s Three Line Tale Challenge based on the photo above by Bogdan Dada via Unsplash
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