The Play

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THIS WEEK’S WORDS come from “Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird” by Wallace Stevens: blackbird, tree, pantomime, whirled, whistling, barbaric, bawds, pierced, moving, snowing, afternoon, rhythms

 

Blackbird looking from the top of the tree
People assemble from their back alley
Barbaric whistling from the gatherings
As the players clad as queens and kings
The ladies and their bawds on their break
They’ll make it up later on with their take
An afternoon off to see the pantomime
And why not, anyway, it’s their downtime
The stage whirled as they change scenes
Nothing obscene as folks look at the screen
Piercing sound from the scream and shout
The advertising code is being flouted
Fun with rhythms as the play continues
An old man having his afternoon snooze
As it starts snowing and the night begins
One of the characters plays the violin
The performance moved the audience to tears
One of the best plays they’ve seen in years

 

For: Sunday Photo Fiction and Whirligig 34
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Autumn Like a Dream – Sunday Photo Fiction

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This autumn day is like a dream
Trees glisten thanks to the moonbeam
Journeying isn’t the same as a trance
There’s always a chance that I can dance

The fountain shimmering like diamonds
For some, time speeds up, senses heightened
Let us share one tender moment
One last effort that makes us valiant

I swear we won’t forget or regret it
As we walk and talk by the moonlit
It’s probably part of our Bucket list
The peaks are shrouded with mists

A nexus of our past and the present
It’s best we just remember fragment
A link between summer and autumn
Yellow, brown, red and gold in random

When the wind brushes the leaves
Like a fairy tale that weaves
The sky flushes with a gold of dawn
I know, let bygone be bygone

You’re the only person I call as a friend
I know there’s a chance that I mend
Feeling the chills in our bones
But there’s no need for moans

Didn’t want this charming night to end
When sharing it with a great friend

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The Hole – Sunday Photo Fiction and Whirligig 30

THIS WEEK’S WORDS come from “Dome Riddle” by Natalie Diaz, one of the poems in When My Brother Was an Aztec: melon, whorehouse, oubliette, wearing, rattle, sleeping, touching, vanilla, mania, bone, smite, spitwad

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At the back of a whorehouse, a strange hole bigger than a melon was found. The people were still sleeping, tired from last night’s rattling and reverie. There was a mania for the latest hot rock star who was in the vicinity last night. The way he connected with his fans was really touching.

Some people gathered around the hole. A man wearing his dungarees smote the edge of the hole with a heavy weapon. Others followed and they dug the hole. Inside they found some vanilla coloured bones and artefacts. Experts were called in and after some time, reports were in. They have discovered something historical.

For: Sunday Photo Fiction and Whirligig 30

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On His Bike – Sunday Photo Fiction and Wordle 222

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The hour was ticking, his bike’s his best buddy
Having fun at the back of the alley
His old new bike from the second hand shop
Changed his kiddie bike to this as a swap
The ability to do all the stunts was full on
He even put some stickers of chevron
Criss-crossing the lanes with gusto
His face was always red with glow
He was on his element on the ground
Even when he had scratches and wound
And even though it just had one gear
He did all his manoeuvres with no fear
And then the demon came and pushed him
That was the theory when they found him
Slumped on the side of the tree
That was the end of his cycling spree

by brenda warren

by brenda warren

For: Sunday Photo Fiction and Wordle #222

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The Letter – Sunday Photo Fiction and Wordle 220

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I wanted to be there, even though it was quite a trip. The traffic was dreadful, especially on this holiday weekend. The minute I got your letter, I had the courage to risk it all. What matters now is you’re back and my heart starts beating again. I’ve finally reached the hill. There was a chill in the air. The only sounds were bugs thrumming in the grasses above and birds chirping even higher up. And there you were, looking as if we didn’t part. There was no hesitation, we linked arms with each other. No urging needed, we kissed and embraced.

by brenda warren

by brenda warren

For: Sunday Photo Fiction and Wordle #220

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When The Wind Brushes The Leaves – Sunday Photo Fiction and Wordle 219

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Let us share one tender moment
One last effort that makes us valiant
I swear we won’t forget or regret it
As we walk and talk by the moonlit
It’s probably part of our Bucket list
The peaks are shrouded with mists
A nexus of our past and the present
It’s best we just remember fragment
A link between summer and autumn
Yellow, brown, red and gold in random
When the wind brushes the leaves
Like a fairy tale that weaves
The sky flushes with a gold of dawn
I know, let bygone be bygone
You’re the only person I call as a friend
Thank you for this lovely weekend
She came and our bond was under threat
She wants to sing with you a duet
I gave in and didn’t press the point
Perhaps we’ve reached our end point

by brenda warren

by brenda warren

For: Sunday Photo Fiction and Wordle #219

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John the Racer – Sunday Photo Fiction

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John was getting ready for the Stock-car race. He knew that it isn’t about speed, it’s about focus and skills. It’s also about being challenged and making himself a better driver on the track. Together with his team, they prepared the racing car. His family and friends were there for support. The quarter-mile oval track on the tarmac was being prepared. The stadium was full of spectators. It was a windy day.

And the flag was waved. The sound of the engines was deafening. John wore his helmet and released the hand brake. He just have to complete the 16 laps. On the 10th lap, two cars smashed into each other, causing the incoming cars to collide with one another. Unfortunately, John’s car was also included in the crash. He was unharmed but he knew that this year’s race wasn’t for him. Better luck next year, John.

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In the Valley I am Free – Sunday Photo Fiction and Wordle 217

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In the valley I am free
I want to swim in the sea
Free to flee from the threat
I was with self-doubt beset
The scent of the rose is just a trick
Or the beach in a sheltered creek
I don’t want to dash back to him
Coz I know that life would be grim
He’s going to nick my freedom
A future that might be fearsome
I’ll try hard to compose myself
Get a book from the bookshelf
Soon the threat will subside
I can stand up with pride

by brenda warren

by brenda warren

For: Sunday Photo Fiction and Wordle #217

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The Watch – Sunday Photo Fiction and Whirligig 20

THIS WEEK’S WORDS come from “No More Cake Here” by Natalie Diaz: mortuary, motor, many, midnight, mouths, mariachis, mutants, magician, meth, missed, more, maybe

An intricate looking wristwatch

An intricate looking wristwatch

Molly, the magician made that watch disappeared as part of his tricks. Many people were amazed. Maybe because of all his gimmicks and great entertainment on stage. A group of mariachis also played until midnight.

Meanwhile, a watch miraculously appeared at the mortuary where Mario was working. “Whoa, where did that come from?” his mouth remained open. “Or was that an effect of the crystal meth that I’ve taken?” he talked to himself.

The motor was still running, when Ricardo remembered his watch. “I missed to tell Molly that it has a mind of its own. Like a mutant, it’s not an ordinary watch.”

For: Sunday Photo Fiction and Whirligig 20

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Bedtime Story – Sunday Photo Fiction and Prompt 66 – Midweek Wordle #10

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“Dad, please tell us again about your mystery box,” the children cajoled their Dad before going to bed.

“Oh you just want to delay bedtime, OK, a long time ago, I had a glimpse of this pyramid box in an abandoned rubble after the earthquake and I was fascinated by it, so I took it.”

“I looked inside the box and there was nothing in it. I put it beside my bed and that night it glowed, as if reaching for my soul, which was a weird feeling. From then on, my life has changed and it served as my good luck charm. The end. Time for bed, kids, sleep tight.”

“Good night, Dad” the kids chorused.

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For: Sunday Photo Fiction and Midweek Wordle #10

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