Those Ivy League Blues

Another installment of  Friday Fictioneers  hosted by Rochelle.  100 words or so based on the image below.  Click on the lil frog icon (after this piece) and come join us!

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I sat with this all day.  It’s not a story.  It’s not even 100 words.  But this is where the photograph took me so…I’m gonna go with it…

Those Ivy League Blues

The last thing she’d thought about
realistically
was that she couldn’t fly
but that some people could.
Some people even wanted to.

The train tracks
were near
yet she kept on.
Sometimes
she tried to cheat life
but it always won
in the end.

All that wasted ivy
dying on some vine.

Ellespeth

PHOTO PROMPT-Copyright-Melanie Greenwood

Anyways – A Love Poem

Anyways
I wanted to save
all my emotions
– and I almost did
especially those
especially horrid ones -
until some other lifetime
or at least some other time in life
just not now
when I’m loving you.
Thank the gods
and goddesses
bless thier curly locks.
I’d never imagined
that you’d love me
any  way
at all.

Ellespeth

When The Moon Turns Orange – Prose & A Poem

William-Adolphe BouguereauOctober has always been my favorite month.  Followed by March.  Growing up, in New Orleans, those two months sandwiched in the only cool/cold months of the year.  Usually, too,  by October some Hurricane system had either hit the city or brought gusty winds that blew summer right out.  A somewhat safe period of time arrives in October…and there will be harvests and festivals.

When The Moon Turns Orange

I love the crispness of October
watching the leaves turn gold
and orange
caught in the wind.
Sometimes
even the moon turns orange
and the stars dance golden
across the sky.

Ellespeth

(Painting Rest in Harvest by William Bouguereau (1865)

At The Lake – Fiction

Another installment of  Friday Fictioneers  hosted by Rochelle.  100 words or so based on the image below.  Click on the lil frog icon (after this piece) and come join us!

This is another Sissy and Buck piece.   He’s just been discharged from a mental healthcare facility.

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At The Lake

Those that come should know what came before. Before traffic jams and office buildings peeked out between the pines. When Redwood trees and stately blue herons guarded Norway Lake. When everything seemed to be eternal and blissfully perfect.

“Don’t think of all that now, honey.” Sissy cuddled into Buck’s embrace.

Buck had just been discharged from St. Jude’s Mental Health. They were standing on the lake’s shore. It wasn’t really in Norway. It was simply a lake with a small finger of land coming from its center.

“I’m so afraid.” Buck held Sissy tighter against him.

“What can I do?”

They kissed.

Ellespeth

(If interested, more of Sissy and Buck can be found here:  When There Wasn’t Much Left  – most were written for Friday Fictioneers)

PHOTO PROMPT Copyright- The Reclining Gentleman