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Shape-Shifter ~ a Haiku

“closet” by Kat Myrman

 
shape-shifting shadows
rouse rumbles of deep-rooted fear
though light hovers near

kat ~ 17 October 2016

For Haiku Horizon’s Haiku Challenge, prompt word: “Shape”.


Afraid


they are afraid
truth cannot penetrate their hearts
they are afraid
placing their faith in barricades
setting themselves above, apart
consumed by hate, lost in the dark…
they are afraid.

kat ~ 9 July 2016

(A Rondelet- AbAabbA)


Do You Remember?

Do you remember when you lost your way?
For some it was disguised as childplay
In cool divisive shades of pink and blue,
the lines were drawn according to the rules
And differences were judged in stark display.

Some fragile hearts were broken in the fray
of bitter battles between us and they
And lines were blurred obscuring every truth.
          Do you remember?

How magnificent you are in every way.
Your life’s a precious gift infused with grace.
Don’t let world fraught with fear subdue
the beauty of your soul that makes you, You…
          Do you remember?

kat – 12 June 2016
(a Rondeau)

A Rondeau is a French form, 15 lines long, consisting of three stanzas: a quintet, a quatrain, and a sestet with a rhyme scheme as follows: aabba aabR aabbaR. Lines 9 and 15 are short – a refrain (R) consisting of a phrase taken from line one. The other lines are longer (but all of the same metrical count)


Fear – A Few Haiku

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It’s a wise person
Who trusts their intuition
Sometimes fear is good.

Using fear tactics,
Politicians count on this
To win elections.

kat ~ 16 April 2016

For Haiku Horizon’s Challenge, prompt word, “Fear”.


The Detour

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Photo Credit: Louise at The Storyteller’s Abode

The footsteps behind her were persistent. Samantha clutched the camera bag close to her chest. Her heartbeat thudded faster, a dull drone in her ears. Each time she sped up, so did he.

“Just keep moving, Sam. You’ll find the others soon. You only left the tour group for a minute,” she told herself. The air was still, haunting, but for her footsteps and his. She started to sweat. Her lungs were gulping for air as she quickened her pace to a light jog.

The edge of the garden just ahead was surrounded by a wall. Samantha stopped, defeated, realizing the only way to return to the group was to retrace her steps. She mustered every bit of resolve she had, turned, stared intently at the ground and pushed herself forward.

He had stopped walking. As Samantha approached, she could see his shadow, long, dark, looming on the walkway just ahead. “Just walk. No eye contact. You can do this.” The top of his shadow loomed closer…closer…

“Excuse me Miss. You dropped your lens cover.”

kat ~ 10 March 2016
(175 Words)

This story is in response to the Photo Prompt for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers (FFfAW) weekly challenge. If you would like to read other stories or enter your own, click HERE.  Thanks to PJ (Priceless Joy) for hosting this awesome challenge and to Louise at The Storyteller’s Abode for this great photo! 🙂