Enough Today

The evening sky was growing darker.  The clouds hung low an ominous warning of the storm that was moving in fast. The rain pouring over the fresh graves the roses and lilies wilting.

“The dead were settling in under their mud roof and something was shuffling overhead”.  The undertaker was dragging his long shovel as he headed back to the shed.  His day was done with that last heap of dirt. He wiped his face of the days grime and said a silent prayer as he always does for the dead to rest in peace.

Suddenly, there in the darkness there was a black cat chasing a mouse.  The undertaker thought there has been enough death today. His legs and back ached as he shuffled after the cat. Time to go home.

dVerse Poets Pub - Prosery 
hosted by Kim

for the prompt write up to a 144 word piece of prosery incorporating the following lines chosen

 from ‘Body’ in your Prosery are:

“the dead were settling in under their mud roof
and something was shuffling overhead”

Ibbi Pip

Ibbi Pip Birdhouse Troll 

Ibbi Pip wanders through the musical forest
beneath the canopy of interlocking tree branches
her thoughts are filled with nature and human kind
she hums to the sound of chickadees and sparrows

singing her song of hope and love 

Carrying her sack of colorful birdhouses
slowly but steadily she hangs each one with care
listening for the tap tap tap of a woodpecker
her mind drifts as she roams from tree to tree

singing her song of sharing the world 

Ibbi observed humans building these in their yards 
a vision formed, she found her purpose in life
sharing her creativity with a smile on her face
one birdhouse at a time her heart swells with love

singing her song of compassion for nature

sharing with dVerse Open Link Night hosted by Mish 

author's note:  I went to see an exhibit "Trolls Save the Humans" Created by Danish recycling artist Thomas Dambo from reclaimed materials, these larger-than-life figures blend folklore, sustainability, and storytelling.

Once a Rose

photo credit unknown

beauty is fleeting
roses no longer bloom here
flower shop now closed 

Posted for Sunday Senryu 
hosted by Rall

Autumn's Arrival

Courtesy of Pixabay

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Autumn’s palette of terracotta, mustard and rust
the old pickup left a trail of dust

An eagle soars high above the tall pine trees
gone are the stings of bees

A moose quietly makes his own tracks
trees fall with the sound of an axe

Squirrels gathering nuts for winter
a woodsman has a splinter

The secluded cabin is warm and cozy
in the darkness howls a coyote

written for dVerse Poetry Form - hosted by Grace 

This week, break the couple.    Write a poem incorporating one of these couplets.

Choose one:
Broken Couplet — disrupt the expected relationship between the two lines.

Split Couplet — experiment with a longer first line and a shorter second line.

Hinged Couplet — let the second line turn, transform, or change the meaning of the first.