Midnight Song (53 Words) Farewell, my friend, a new day’s come, With midnight so must I be gone, Like specter to his lonely grave, Now bedward go we, saints and knaves.
One of These Days (53 Words) One of these days I’m gonna fall in love— Just you wait and see. One of these days I’ll find something —someone— Waiting just for me!
Shadow of an Imp It was me and wasn’t me And if not me what could it be?
Mr. Rat and Lady Moth 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 willContinue reading “Mr. Rat and Lady Moth”
I Knew a Winter (130 Words) I knew a winter in his spring. Fair as freshly fallen snow Quiet as contented woe Stood apart with frozen face Welcomed to himself, disgrace.
Ravens in Reflection (99 Words) “But it’s just a bird!” The man shook his finger at the children around him. “You’ll hurt her feelings if you talk like that. Ravens are the soul of wisdom. They are harbingers.” The girl who had spoken wrinkled her nose and folded her arms. “Don’t look wise to me!”
Grimsward and Homeward (155 Words) The trail stretched for miles through the Grimsward forest. Already the three companions had walked for six hours. As the sun set, the trees gathered close, and already Edgar was seeing troubling things in the shadows of the haunted wood. “What are they?” asked Midge. “Don’t you two know?” askedContinue reading “Grimsward and Homeward”
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 loveContinue reading “Funnel Trouble”
A little treat for the snow. You wouldn’t believe the bad rep it gets. Maybe you would. But…’tis the season for forgiveness? Snow A subtle difference is in the sky, A light to dream or softly whisper by— As if, with Heaven’s quiet grace endowed, A candle flame were whisk’d within each cloud, And showingContinue reading “Because That’s What Snow Is, Right?”
On the theme of “Reservation,” why not write about one of the greatest social enigmas of all–getting to know a stranger? And what if that stranger just happened to be the world’s most savage literary critic, Edgar Allan Poe? Wallie and I decided to explore the reservations between strangers (and not-quite strangers) meeting for theContinue reading “Your Reputation Precedes You”