I wasn’t going to post this, but here it is: an attempt at flash-fiction for FFFC #92. The image is below. I am also sharing this with the Writers’ Pantry.
Side note: I just realized that I have been writing and posting about space a lot lately.
For DVerse Poetics, we are writing about folly, and for Tourmaline’s Halloween challenge, I included the word “trick.” I hope it’s acceptable that my subject matter has nothing to do with anything creepy. I was also inspired by FFFC #89, the picture below. Picture by Renate Vanaga at Unsplash.
Is it a trick of the light?
No, those two are smiling,
Laughing, hands clasped
Relaxing face to face, not
Mindful of the slightest folly.
This seems like a dream:
No unhappiness are they seeing,
Leaving at home their masks,
Relaxing with no trace of
Fear, not even of honesty.
This is quite a magical place:
Green grass, several paths, blue sky.
Untold adventures to embrace,
As clouds are sailing way up high.
For FFFC #79.
A deer drinks from a birdbath,
Antlers reach the tree leaves
But his feet don’t leave
The ground — the sound
Of the songbirds’ singing
Intrigues him, and he marvels
At the beauty of other beings.
Look at all the beauty
At the end of the world:
Carefully walk upon the rocks
And see, one tenacious tree;
Continue along those rocks
Following the mesmerizing moon,
The weakly-glowing, yet beckoning
Orb — the rocky path,
The end of the world,
Becomes a gate to mysterious more.
Thanks to FFFC #74 for the image and inspiration!
This is for Fandango’s flash-fiction challenge #72. Join in here! Our picture is below.
You keep to your corner,
There’s light all around you,
In dark spots you hide
While light streams through windows
On the left and right —
It seems too hard to move,
Yet the goal is in sight.
This poem is inspired by FFFC #70, the image below:
They are gazing outside the train,
Outside the windowed metal bubble;
He wonders what is to be gained
By staying stuck; it may mean trouble
To leave may be terrifying.
But there remains a world outside
Inner fear might be decrying —
Fight it, flee fear, and cease to hide.
A cherita in response to Fandango’s flash fiction challenge #69. The photo is below.
This hideaway is hidden amidst the greenery:
Embraced by nature, nestled in the hillside,
A wonderful place for a quiet escape.
A person could hide there and no one would
Find him — if it weren’t for the sky-blue door,
Making attempts at camouflage irrelevant.
For NaPoWriMo day 28, here is a poem inspired by the photo below, for Fandango’s flash-fiction challenge this week.
An orange flare in the sky —
Does anyone ask why?
Or do they gaze at what they see
With impotent curiosity,
Saying nothing but, “Oh, pretty!”
An orange flare sent into the sky —
And nobody is asking why.
The day the foreign spaceship came
I was caught up, abducted —
But looking through the UFO’s windows
I saw the tops of buildings, tiny.
There was so much beyond my knowledge,
So much above the limits I had seen.