Lady Melodia (200 Words)
“Mom, why are we here?” said Katy.
Katy was tired, carsick, and she just knew the hotel they were staying at wouldn’t have Wi-Fi. She couldn’t believe this was happening. Sure, the break-in at their house was unexpected, but this was an extreme response.
“I think it’s stupid,” she said, glaring at the green cliffs rolling by. “And whoever built the roads here needs their head chopped off.”
Lady Moth and Mr. Rat
Said Mr. Rat to Lady Moth
“My Lady Moth, pray don’t be wroth—
Well do I know I am below
Thy fair and free society—
Yet of your wingèd majesty
There is one thing I beg of thee;
One plea I tender for my life—
I beg that you will be my wife.”
Wallie and I thought we had this blog thing under control until we hit the Daily Post Prompt “Funnel.” On a ten o’ clock morning that feels like 2 above freezing, we decided that, while we have not quite reversed our affection for the cold, we have funnelized it.
To the Winter Cold
My love for you was wide at top
I never thought that it would stop;
It hasn’t stopped, but more refined
Is much more narrow in my mind.