Clouds of Bounty

dVerse is back after a two-week break.  This week’s Quadrille is hosted by Kim who asked us to use the word “Blue” in any way we desired.  Soooo many possibilities. I was stuck, so I was inspired to ask The Oracle for a hand and with a few key words, she helped me get unstuck.

 

Not a breeze rustles through the trees

and dusk brings no sanctuary from the heat

 

As the humidity rises,

air’s weight becomes unbearable

 

Blue skies, enhanced by a blanket of clouds

would do Monet proud

 

Promising relief, but only if

they spill their bounty

 

 

 

Weekend Writing Prompt #165 – Cavalier

A word prompt to get your creativity flowing this weekend. How you use the prompt is up to you. Write a piece of flash fiction, a poem, a chapter for your novel…anything you like. Or take the challenge below – there are no prizes – it’s not a competition but rather a fun writing exercise. If you want to share what you come up with, please leave a link to it in the comments.

Always a thank you to Sammi for hosting this weekly shindig!

 

 

How DO you pronounce this word?

It depends on your level of cultural know-how.

Pffft.

Okay, and your mother tongue.

An anglophone, such as you, will pronounce it KA-VA-LEER.  I can’t help but think of a cad, someone disdainful.

However, if you are a francophone, comme moi, you pronounce it KA-VA-LI-YAY. Way more debonair, n’est-ce pas? Brings to mind a gallant knight, a gentleman.

 

OK. Random photo. Only thing I had remotely knight-like was this one made of butter!

 

Fountain of Youth? – Crimson’s Creative Challenge #87

I was going to go a whole ‘nother route. Even had a kinda/sorta matchy-matchy but then this popped into my head so I felt it best to just run with it.  Thanks to Crispina for hosting this fun party weekly.

Fountain of Youth?

I think we found it!

Found what?

The Fountain of Youth!

Seriously?  Looks more like a wishing well to me.

Ye, of little faith.

Don’t you find it a tad small to be anything of that sort?

Maybe that’s why it’s been so hard to find. People must have been looking for something way more grandiose.

Maybe it’s been hard to find because it only exists in myths! Besides, it’s not even deep enough to go to your knees!

Who says we have to go IN it?  Maybe all we have to do is drink from it.

You may have a point.

Hah! You willing to agree this might be it?

Ummmm… sure.  So, go ahead. Give it a taste.

You go first.

Your Fountain, YOU go first!

Fine. The water looks clear enough.

Yeah, you can see all the coins people have thrown in, thinking it’s a wishing well.

 

 

Just For You – Friday Fictioneers

Wednesday and it’s Friday Fictioneers time.  Why does a scene like this look way too familiar?  Oh right. I live with two adult kids… Should you feel inspired to play along, click on the frog below and add your 100-words worth!  Till then, a thank you always goes to Rochelle for keeping us neat and tidy and this week A. Noni Mouse’s photo was rather inspiring, wasn’t it?

©A. Noni Mouse

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Just For You

I’m making you a feast!  All you have to do is sit back, relax, and here, take this glass of wine.  Go sit on the patio with your book and I’ll call you when it’s ready.  No wait, It’s beautiful, We’ll eat outside.  You don’t have to do a thing.  Well, maybe set the table?  I’ll do the rest.  Consider this a thank you for all you do for us.  We don’t take you for granted, Mom.  Oh, and later, I’m going out with my friends, okay? But don’t worry, I’ll do the dishes when I get back. I Promise.

Weekend Writing Prompt #164 – Syzygy

A word prompt to get your creativity flowing this weekend. How you use the prompt is up to you. Write a piece of flash fiction, a poem, a chapter for your novel…anything you like. Or take the challenge below – there are no prizes – it’s not a competition but rather a fun writing exercise. If you want to share what you come up with, please leave a link to it in the comments.

So, it’s no longer the official weekend though it is MINE…  Besides, I didn’t have three seconds to myself during work and my brain was mush after so. Today it is. Thank you, Sammi, I think… whatever possessed you to use this word?  Love the challenge of trying to think outside of the box.

I’m in syzygy

You’re a celestial body aligned with a moon and planet?

No, metaphorically speaking

How so?

Neck, back and feet – working in conjunction – a straight line of pain

 

 

Country Mouse Goes City – Friday Fictioneers

It’s Wednesday!  Yes, just to confuse you, that means Friday Fictioneers… I’ve decided to do a reverse of last week’s thanks to Na’ama Yehuda‘s wonderful photo.  Thank you for allowing us to use it this week.  And always, thanks to Rochelle for hosting this weekly party. I just can’t resist it (besides, she’d have my head if I did – don’t be fooled by her size…)

And to my fellow Canadians…

HAPPY CANADA DAY!

 

©Na’ama Yehuda

 

Country Mouse Goes City

Rachael pinched herself. She was here. New York City! Great-Aunt Penelope invited her to stay for the summer in her brownstone on the Upper West Side. No cows, no chickens, no manure. No chores.

She was so excited when she saw a yellow cab she waved at the driver in excitement. With a squeal of his tires, he swerved and pulled up beside her, causing the guy behind to honk in anger. “Where do you wanna go?”

“Central Park, please.”

He shook his head. Stupid country folk. “You’re already here. Just cross the street.”

She blushed, “Silly me. Thank you!”

 

The Message – Crimson’s Creative Challenge #85

A tad late – okay, more than a tad – but Crispina is not a stickler for these things. She’s so generous, the prompts stay up forever so, should the mood strike whenever then we can still play.  I couldn’t find a matchy-matchy but when I started looking I thought, I dunno… maybe this can work. And so, here is an itty-bitty poem in pictures and words that I wanted to share yesterday but didn’t.  Here it is today!

 

The Message

 

Follow the path, she said.  It will be easy to find

Keep on looking at the fences made of wood

With something special used to bind

He searched and he searched, as best as he could

Suddenly there it was, in pink entwined

And he knew, it true; with him, she stood

 

Voilà… short and sweet at 52 words 😉

 

 

Weekend Writing Prompt #163 – Unwelcome

A word prompt to get your creativity flowing this weekend. How you use the prompt is up to you. Write a piece of flash fiction, a poem, a chapter for your novel…anything you like. Or take the challenge below – there are no prizes – it’s not a competition but rather a fun writing exercise. If you want to share what you come up with, please leave a link to it in the comments.  Thanks for hosting, Sammi.

Ruth was so concentrated on ripping out the vines creeping along the top of the cedar hedge, she never heard her son approach.

His\ “Mom, what’re you doing?” nearly made her jump out of her skin

“What’s it look like I’m doing? I’m pulling out these vines.

“Why? They’re kinda pretty, no?

“I admit they are. I’ve never seen yellow ones like these. Usually, they’re those pink ones that look like morning glories.”

“Poor unwelcome flowers.”

“They’re weeds!”

“Tomayto, tomahto.”

“They’ll take over. Remember the ‘Rumor Weed’?”

Ha ha Mom. You’re hilarious.

We are not a religious family at all. However, a friend of mine got us hooked on Veggie Tales and one of our favourites was LarryBoy and the Rumor Weed

The movie is a whole 33 minutes long but for anyone who wants to, just click here.

City Mouse Goes Country – Friday Fictioneers

What day is it?  Wednesday!

What does that mean? Friday Fictioneers!

What? Yeah, well… yanno, sometimes there’s no explaining things.  This week our lovely leader Rochelle has chosen a picture by Todd Foltz.  You want to play? Click on the frog below and add your 100-word max story link.

©Todd Foltz

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City Mouse Goes Country

Betsy loved spending the summers at her grandparents.  She got to live a completely different life than the one she had in the city.  A life that was simple and felt more real.  She particularly enjoyed the chores Nana made her do.  Waking up with the sun, collecting eggs from the chickens was one of her favourites.  Who knew chickens could be so affectionate?

“Hullo Susie.  Hey there Gertrude.  You ladies have something for me this morning?” she asked as she scratched them under their chins.  They clucked their responses rubbed against her arm.

She wished she could live here forever.

 

A Brief, Bright Light

 

He was a surprise, and arrived too soon, and with many challenges.  His heart was broken, but they believed it could be fixed, later.  In his seven-month, twenty three-day lifespan, I discovered a strength I did not know I had. I discovered I was capable of dealing with a sick child and giving him so much love and the best life I could for the five-and-a-half months we had him at home.  He saw his aunt barrel race, he kicked his feet in his grandmother’s lake and in our pool.  He was adored by all.  I refused to keep him in a bubble, knowing, I know not how, he would not be with us for a long time.  No medals, no ribbons, no accolades can ever match the self-respect and pride I feel for handling Austin’s birth, life and death with the grace I did.

 

Flowers bloom with joy

Nurtured by the sun until…

Silenced by winter

 

It’s all Merril‘s fault again.  I wasn’t going to participate in yesterday’s dVerse challenge because I thought it would be too hard. Then I read Merril’s and decided to go for it.  Lillian is the host and she asked us to write about one shining moment in a Haibun WITH a KIGO AND a SAIJIKI – what the hell are these things?