Photo from Pixabay.com
kat ~ 21 February 2016
Happy Year of the Monkey! A haiku for Haiku Horizon’s prompt: Monkey. If you would like to read others or enter your own, click HERE.
Photograph and Digital Enhancement by Kat Myrman 2016
but for the soft coo-cooing
wooing
of mourning dove cry
nigh
the earth is hushed
crushed
under a blanket of snow
glow
magnolia tree towers
flowers
roots burrowed deep
sleep
until spring’s first kiss
bliss.
kat ~ 17 January 2016
An “Echo Verse” for Jane Dougherty’s weekly poetry challenge. The following describes this poetry form:
Echo verse goes back centuries but it has a very modern feel about it. The concept is simple—after each line there is an echo, of the last syllable (or two), or a word that rhymes. In the instructions it doesn’t say what the poem has to be about, line length, or whether there has to be any other kind of rhyme pattern.
If you would like to read other Echo Verses or enter your own, click HERE.
(For the sake of the reader, the following account has been translated into English)
Photo Credit: Al Forbes
“Earth Fleet Andromeda…come in Ensign Gorp, we’ve received reports of a re-entry error.”
“Perhaps we should have delayed Ensign Gorp’s solo mission, Admiral. It’s critical that he corrects this error before the earth cows get eaten by African lions. We may already be too late!”
“Come in Gorp! This is Admiral Zing. Gorp?”
“Yes sir, Ensign Gorp sir, reporting.”
“Gorp, your mission was to return the African Rhinos to Africa and the cows to the farm on the American continent.”
“Yes sir! I recorded it in Andromeda’s flight log. Cows to Africa…oops!”
“Gorp it is imperative that you remedy this error immediately!
“Yes sir. I’m on it, sir!”
Gorp laser-lifted the Rhinos from the farm and zipped at light speed to Africa. With the rhinos returned, Gorp descended into hover mode.
As he approached a small village he spotted the cows. They were adorned with bells and flower garlands. Earthlings were dancing wildly around them. Gorp employed the atomic strobes, temporarily blinding the earthlings, and extracted the cows.
Back on the farm Joe Dudley was doing his morning walk-about when he saw them.
“Minnie,” he yelled back to the house, “you’re gonna want to see this.”
kat ~ 16 February 2016
(198 Words)
This recreation of a fictional event was penned in response to the photo prompt above by Al Forbes of Sunday Photo Fiction. Read other stories or enter your own by clicking HERE.
PHOTO PROMPT © The Reclining Gentleman
Dearest Julia,
It has been unseasonably warm for February. The buds have started popping from the tips of tree branches and the brown grass is greening. To my dismay the daffodils have decided to peek through the soil toward the warmth of the sun. Just this afternoon, one decided to open up in full bloom!
I know how you love the daffodils my dear. And I fear they may not be here when you come in the Spring. So I took a photograph for you.
I will see you soon. My love to you and kitty, Penelope.
Until Spring,
Laura
~kat – 13 February 2016
(100 Words)
A short note inspired by the photo above by The Reclining Gentleman for Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ Friday Fictioneers weekly photo challenge. If you would like to read other stories click HERE.
Photo Credit: Michael Hull
She answered Nature’s call to return.
To lose herself, embraced by wild verdant lushness.
But not without a backpack of creature comforts.
~kat – 13 February 2016
