This was inspired by today’s FOWC: Laconic and the Sunday Writing Prompt from MLMM, “great balls of fire.” I decided to also combine it with the photo challenge. Might as well link up with the Writers’ Pantry, too. 🙂
One spark alights, on grass and kindling dry
One spark ignites, swiftly all its surroundings
One spark lights, a fallen Lucifer
In the inky night, flinging open a portal
To hell, as flames leap up where
One spark fell.
Be careful, playing with matches.
For Frank’s current haikai challenge, I wrote a haibun about Ash Wednesday.
The ashes that are used to mark the foreheads of the faithful, as a sign of repentance, grief yet hope, are the ashes from the burnt palm branches from the previous year’s Palm Sunday. Since Palm Sunday was cancelled for the public last Lent, I wonder which branches were burned. They were burned along with the hope of certain earthly pleasures — a reminder that this was never meant to be anyone’s true home.
Journey to destination
Because life is Lent
A safety-orange traffic cone is brighter than day.
Snow blankets the ground, stifling any seedling
Which might emerge from what was once just mud.
Ashes from a campfire dapple snow with gray —
Seedlings push through the greatest of difficulties.
Angels can be made in snow, days made brighter,
Even those ashes speak of happier days gifted —
Some people have a raven’s shadow above their door, never lifted.
Sorry, when I am given “raven” as a prompt word, my mind always goes, “Poe.”
This is for Linda Kruscke’s paint-chip poetry week 52 — wow, we have been at this for a year! I wrote three poems inspired by the theme of silence and the paint-chip words (though no rhyming tercets or triolets). It was hard to pick only one word, so sometimes, I ignored that stipulation. 🙂 Poetic license!
I just realized: license is an anagram of silence! Wow!
Also, this is ironic, but the theme of silence truly has a lot to say, at least to me.
This quadrille is for DVerse, and when I saw the post title, “In the Inglenook,” I thought it must be gibberish because I had never heard that word before! Maybe it’s because I live in California, where we have no need of fireplaces (or, therefore, of inglenooks 🙂 ). Anyway, I am happy to have learned a new word today; here is my attempt at a quadrille!
But first, the definition quoted in the original DVerse post:
For those of you not familiar with the word, here is a definition:
INGLENOOK (noun,English)- A close intimate corner by a fireplace where people gather for warmth; from ingle, a hearth (Scots)
This is a Costanza poem for the Saturday Mix, also overlapping with MLMM’s Tale Weaver: Confusion. I wrote this tonight in honor of the first Sunday of Advent, the season before Christmas Day. My emotions have been all over the place, but I love Advent, so that is what inspired this poem.
For this and that from MLMM, and for DVerse’s quadrille Monday (not late! just depressing!). I promise I’m not like this all the time in real life. “Possibility” is an optimistic word, and I could have taken it in a positive direction, but that is not what happened. Maybe I will try again later. Anyway, without further ado…. Continue reading
As usual, Linda G. Hill has a fun SoCS prompt-word today: Medium. Looking at this poem again, I really want to change a few things, but that is against the rules.
Sometimes compromise is needed,
A “happy medium,”
Other situations call
For standing up tall
For morals which cannot
Some unhappy medium
Sees the future, sees
The unquenchable fire.