I would have given everyone a day’s rest from me in your inbox, but I’ll be on the road tomorrow. It’s now or never and, lately, I have been too quiet with my own writing. Not that these five shorts are my words.
I was excited by Miz Quickly’s first prompt this week that amounts to taking an image and presenting it three ways. Then I was looking through poems for an image and discovered I had done a similar exercise in April, although the images were given to us from song titles. As my brain stopped there, sigh, I will present those and hope that I will then be free to find another image to work with.
Thanks to Elizabeth for the songs and to Fireflies by Owl City and Under African Skies by Paul Simon. I stayed, as you will see, close to the titles. There are three different versions.
She walks her days under African
skies; her nights are lit by fireflies.
At night — with fireflies,
under the African skies —
all worries dissolve.
Under the African skies
on a night lit by fireflies,
I see stars everywhere.
The second prompt gives us phrases from television titles to play with. I came up with two shorts. I added as little as possible. For the list of phrases, head to Miz Quickly’s.
Sometimes a love worth finding
lies at the heart of the glacier
buried in ice scarred and gnarled,
not easily broken.
the murder wall,
Noches de Gloria
— on the ground, broken
flowers, a soldier’s
heart, the watchmaker’s