The Perfect Man ~ Musette I

What’s this?
Lovely surprise
A gift

He’s come
Gift wrapped no less
The One

Happy now
My perfect man
And how!

~ kei
11 August 2015

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A poem in the Musette form. Definition of Musette from Shadow Poetry.

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My prayers are answered! :)

My prayers are answered! 🙂

Desert

And now for something completely different…

Desert

Desert

I was invited to do this challenge by Purpleanais. I’ve seen timed challenges before and wondered how I might do. With word doc and oven timer primed I set out.

Desert
~ Timed Word Challenge ~

Shifting words on a golden sand page
Blown ripples of old sentences foolish and sage

Does the sere vista of my life have a chance of redemption
Will there ever be found an oasis of love’s intervention

As the winds whip waves dry as salt upon my face
My thoughts thirst for a different time and place

Comfort me in this hour of my need
Slake my thirst with touch and seed

Away to your casbah of concrete and steel
Away from this desert where nothing feels real

Let the sun bake down, let the hot winds blow
I’ve found respite in

My final word count, including the title and subtitle was 106 and it’s not finished.
It was incredibly hard to not go back and correct, harder still to publish this. I’ve joked about my ADD/OCD and I’m sure mentioned I’ve done Technical Writing. I agonize over almost every post (you can tell the ones that are “toss offs”) but when I thought “Yes!” to the challenge, I knew that was the deal.

I’m going to invite any of my fellow bloggers who’d like to, to give this a whirl. It’s fun to step out of our familiar style once in a while. I was actually a little surprised to find how much time I spend seeing the words before they hit the page. Not surprised at all that my inner English Prof was scolding for the entire five minutes! Thank you Purpleanais for the invitation 🙂

The rules are below and have fun! It’s definitely more fun than trying to get into a pair of Spanx. Guys, you’ll just have to take my word on that. Well…

1) Open an MS word document (or any other editor).
2) Set a stop watch or a mobile for 5-10 minutes.
3) Your topic is at the foot of this post. DO NOT SCROLL DOWN TO SEE IT UNTIL YOU ARE READY WITH A TIMER.
4) Fill the word document with as much wordage as you want, once you start writing, don’t stop.
5) Do Not cheat by going back and correcting spellings and grammar with spell check (this is only meant for you to reflect on your control over sensible thought flow).
6) You may or may not pay attention to punctuation and capitals.
7) At the end of your post write down the number of words.
8) Do not forget to copy and paste the entire passage to your blog post with a new topic.

Your topic — “Knots”

Three Day Quote Challenge ~ Day Three

The rules of the challenge:

Post your favourite quotes or your own quotes for 3 days in a row.
Thank the person who nominated you
Pass it on to 3 other bloggers.

Nietzsche Individual Quote

Thank you, Lisa for asking me to participate in this challenge.

Today I invite anyone who’d like to share their favourites and you can say it’s from me 🙂

Three Day Quote Challenge ~ Day Two

The rules of the challenge:

Post your favourite quotes or your own quotes for 3 days in a row.
Thank the person who nominated you
Pass it on to 3 other bloggers.

Challenge quote 2

Favourite quotes ~ two

Thank you, Lisa for asking me to participate in this challenge.

Today I will nominate… well, I’d nominate The P and the G but it’d give him dyspepsia. I will invite anyone who’d like to share their favourites and you can say it’s from me 🙂

Three Day Quote Challenge ~ Day One

The rules of the challenge:

Post your favourite quotes or your own quotes for 3 days in a row.
Thank the person who nominated you
Pass it on to 3 other bloggers.

Favourite Quotes ~ 1

Favourite Quotes ~ 1

Thank you, Lisa for asking me to participate in this challenge.

Today I will nominate Dave, Ádhamh and Ali – I will still be your friend if you don’t want to join in 😉

Envy

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Green-Eyed Monster.”

I envy those

With the knack of prose

Words without end

Flow free from their pens

I struggle here

And sometimes I do fear

Ink I spill

Transfused from vein to quill

Has grown clear

And dry as my tears…

~ kei
16 May 2015

Poequote Soutar Ink

 

Sunday Photo Fiction ~ Remember Me

Sunday Photo Fiction: October 26 2014

Here is a description of the challenge from the blog, Sunday Photo Fiction, hosted by Alastair Forbes:

“Every week on a Sunday, a new photo is used as a prompt for Flash Fiction challenge using around 200 words based on that image. Your story does not have to be exactly what the item in the photo is, you can make it anything you want, and enjoy what you write, and we will as well.”

Here is today’s photo challenge:

©A Mixed Bag

©A Mixed Bag

Remember Me

Genre: Fiction

Word Count: 203

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I watch him, as he lies sleeping. Hidden in a shadow so I don’t disturb him.

The woman sleeping beside him yawns as I draw closer. She’s an older version of the woman who stands beside him in the framed photo at his bedside.

He stirs as I draw close, yawning and sitting up at the side of his bed. I’m surprised that his dark hair is silvered. He casts a glance at the woman then looks right at me smiling as he quietly opens a nightstand drawer and picks up another photograph.

I smile to see it. There is the dark hair and brilliant cerulean eyes I know. His arm is round my shoulders and he’s looking straight at the photographer, who’s captured us in a kiss. I smile and give his shoulder a little squeeze. That was a beautiful autumn day just like this one. I do wish that he didn’t seem sad; it’s our engagement photo. The date on it is today’s, the year though… Silly boy, he has my ring on a chain round his neck. Perhaps we’ll go out to the lake again, though I can’t remember the way there anymore.

My memories stop on the #309 highway.

~ kei
26 October 2014

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Samhain is one of the major Wiccan Sabbats and is celebrated at the same time as Hallowe’en. At Samhain, the veil between the world of the living and of the dead is at its most thin. It is traditionally a time to honour and say goodbye to loved ones.

Aside

Der Erzahler of Der Erzahler Musings is hosting a Hallowe’en writing challenge. You can read about it here.

The entries were requested to be in by 17 October 2014 and the posting has begun!

Please take a look at the pieces submitted for this prompt, they promise to be a wide range of styles, all with the theme of Hallowe’en.

If you’d like to read my submission, it can be found here. Please note before you click, this piece is explicit and not suitable for readers under 18.

Wishing everyone a wonderful weekend!

~ kei
25 October 2014

Sunday Photo Fiction ~ Elizabeth Again

Sunday Photo Fiction: October 19 2014

Here is a description of the challenge from the blog, Sunday Photo Fiction, hosted by Alastair Forbes:

“Every week on a Sunday, a new photo is used as a prompt for Flash Fiction challenge using around 200 words based on that image. Your story does not have to be exactly what the item in the photo is, you can make it anything you want, and enjoy what you write, and we will as well.”

Here is today’s photo challenge:

©A Mixed Bag 2014

©A Mixed Bag 2014

Elizabeth Again

Genre: Fictionalized History

Word Count: 199

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I couldn’t contain my excitement, gazing for at least the tenth time through the lens trying to catch sight of the steamer.

After several years of hopes, prayers and endless disappointments; a ray of hope had come my way at a quilting bee last spring. The first of the “Home Children” would be looking for families here in Ontario. I couldn’t contain a little rush of tears when John and I received the letter confirming, a girl would be coming to us from Maerdy. My dearest John, how we’d looked forward to children in the early years! Alas, we were still childless and a home without the laughter and dreams of little ones seemed a bleak future.

Here at the docks of the St. Lawrence, we waited patiently for the steamer to come in. At least John was patient! One last peek through the glass…

I knew her immediately. Tall for her eight years, wavy auburn hair, cut short in the Institution’s fashion, white dress and pinafore over dark stockings that all the Home girls wore. It was her eyes that I knew. Deepest blue and finding mine through the lens, straight to a mother’s no longer lonely heart.

~ kei
19 October 2014

Note: My Great Gran is Elizabeth and one of Dr. Barnardo’s Children (British Home Child). She came to Canada with her older sister. There are many sad tales of this program but my Gran’s is one of the success stories. She obtained a degree from the Toronto Ladies University, returned to Wales to marry and begin her family, my Grandmother being one of those. The Thomas family later made their home in Ottawa, Canada, embracing their chosen country fully. Great Grandpa Thomas is honoured in the Book of Remebrance on Parliament Hill for his military service at Passchendaele in World War I. Gran was an involved pillar of the community and a huge part of my life in ways immeasurable.
Rwyf wrth fy modd i chi Gran.

Sunday Photo Fiction ~ Razing The Dead

Sunday Photo Fiction: October 12 2014

Here is a description of the challenge from the blog, Sunday Photo Fiction, hosted by Alastair Forbes:

“Every week on a Sunday, a new photo is used as a prompt for Flash Fiction challenge using around 200 words based on that image. Your story does not have to be exactly what the item in the photo is, you can make it anything you want, and enjoy what you write, and we will as well.”

Here is today’s photo challenge:

Demolition of an old building. ©Alastair Forbes

Demolition of an old building.
©Alastair Forbes

Razing The Dead

Genre: Fiction

Word Count: 224 (WAY over! Hopefully, none “wasted”)

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When I first noticed the sign and  construction fencing, my first thought was “They should have done that years ago and salted the ground.”

A conglomerate had purchased the land where various versions of a pub, dance club and restaurant had stood on Robertson Road since our town had been incorporated.

“The Whistle”, as my friends and I knew it, had been a place where I’d spent some fun, hazy Saturday nights in our flaming youth.
We didn’t speak often of the last night it was open, the night when a man none of us knew, confronted Jordie Thiessen and stabbed him to death over a girl. The strange part was, Jordie hadn’t brought a date.

My student experience at Archives turned up a history of similar events at “The Whistle”; 1950’s murder of James Thornton, 1920’s of John Taylor. Discovering a very old microfiche detailing an 1890’s record of public hanging revealed the origin of the pattern. A logger, back from a long stay up north, killed a man in front of the inn that once stood on Robertson’s Farm. The victim, Jedson Toomey, had been courting the logger’s fiancée. The logger’s name is lost but it seems that even in death, he never forgets.

Frankly, I’m relieved. My nephew Jackson is old enough to visit the local pubs when home from university.

~ kei
12 October 2014

Note: “Razing The Dead” is a play on the term “raising the dead” and the place in Bells Corners that Al’s photo reminded me of did exist, much as I described. I truly did feel it haunted, though I’ve based my theory on fictionalized bits of local history. Ottawa was a logging and military town, it was wild ‘n wooly. I should mention, where the pub stood is as yet a barren field. Still fenced, and only a smattering of weeds is brave enough to grow there.