The Truth About Absinthe Fields

Today is the first day, in a week, that I’ve not only been out of bed but also able to somewhat function.  A cold?  The flu?  My everyday trips – taking my best friend for her radiation – were turned over to the loving care of others.  I think I’ll be up and well by Monday.  Yay!

I came online and saw this week’s photograph for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers.  It reminded me of a poem I wrote about three years ago.  The poem was originally titled The Places We Go For Comfort  and other parts of it have been reworked as well.  Since I’m still not up to feeling too creative, I’ll post this and hope I’ll be back to writing stories again next week.

So grateful to PJ for hosting this weekly challenge.    Our photo is provided by Jade Wong.

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The Truth About Absinthe Fields

I’d hardly advise
to take the first offer
into his bed.

How could I be
more honest
than that?

And yet,
if you must,
go on and take it
– during the cocktail hour –
before those naughty green fairies
come out to play.

Ellespeth

Those Old Nomadic Ways – Flash Fiction

Time again for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers So grateful to PJ for hosting this weekly challenge.  Please follow little froggy for more stories.

Happy Thanksgiving to all who celebrate the day!

Oh my goodness!  I want to try this again.  So it’s a story born from a poem I wrote a while back.   What I’m attempting these days.   Story is first and poem follows.

Here is the picture and my submission for this week:

Those Old Nomadic Ways

The Story:

She spread a deck of tarot cards on the table.  Our eyes met.  I was but a traveler attending a week-end concert.  She was but a link to something unknown to me.  I met her gaze and watched her lay down the cards of my life.

Boats on the river passed by.  From one there sounded a calliope whispering the past to me.

I was a lost soul.  She drew me in.  She touched me.  The sun set golden.  Images of hope appeared.

End of story

The Poem:

A tiny camper
glimpsed
rushing by on the freeway
away
passed other cars
and realities

put me in that camper
on some sparse land
surrounded by silence
and blue skies

searching for anchors
and reasons
to come
ashore
again.

Ellespeth

My Blue Kitchen – Prose & A Short Poem

Ever since May, I am driving my best friend to her breast cancer treatments  Last week, we started the every day radiation – and hopefully last – part of her treatment.

I view life in a different way these days. My friend really needs my care. She needs this time to be all about her and helping her keep going with her treatments and to encourage her. And I intend to stand by and be there for her.  Her life is teaching me so much about my own.  And she says mine is teaching her.

On the other hand Ive been examining my own life. I don’t have children and live far from my family of origin. There has never been anyone in my life who has really needed my care before. Nonetheless, I have taken good care of those, close to me in my life, more – I believe – than was necessary or healthy for anyone. It’s become tiring, actually. And I have decided not to do that any longer.

I don’t know how I will carry out this or exactly what I want to accomplish in order to put myself first. I just know that something will be accomplished. My friend has another month of radiation. That gives me four weeks to feel my way through this. I, along with many others, wasn’t raised to take care of myself. I’ve heard about the concept and embrace it…living it will change my life.

There are such fragile balances to work out in life. I don’t doubt I can work them out, I just hate chaos.

If you’re still here,  here’s a poem I wrote about this:

My Blue Kitchen

We morph into something
someone unknown to us
and no one notices
until we are caught in the kitchen
crying.

Ellespeth

When It All Seems Ruined – Poem for a Fiction Challenge

Time again for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers So grateful to PJ for hosting this weekly challenge.  Please follow little froggy for more stories.

Here is this week’s photograph and a poem:

When It All Seems Ruined

We cannot fight the wrath
of human nature
nor escape its outcome
nor wonder its destruction
stumbled upon
years from now
when even ancient cypress trees have died.
I would die with them
but choose to live in the ruins
though often
these days
I’m left wondering.

Ellespeth

This week’s photo prompt is provided by Barb CT of the blog, Gallimaufry. Thank you Barb!

All Hunkered Down – An Opinion

Though I thought differently two days ago, I’m  not back here on WordPress, yet.

It’s just so shocking to me that a man, who was taped saying that if a man is  rich and famous he can grab a woman’s pussy and that is okay, is going to be the president of my country.  Really, you know?   And his wife is going to make her cause internet bullying?

This is beyond my comprehension, thus, I’m not reading or posting here for a while.

Thought this would be a good time to read Echoes of Family by Barbara Claypole White…it’s a book about someone with a bipolar illness. It’s about someone else’s reality. It’s a roller coaster I’m not really riding.

We’re hunkering down, hoping the next four years pass by quickly.

Laterz,

Ellespeth  ♥

The Value of Power – Fiction

Time again for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers So grateful to PJ for hosting this weekly challenge.  Please follow little froggy for more stories.

Here is this week’s photograph  and my story:

The Value of Power

Sundays, after Dad died, Mom and I would head out to church and then to the town square where I’d play chess with Mr. Frank, who taught me to play the game for several years.

When we first started playing, Mr. Frank wouldn’t put his queen down as he set up the board.  “I’ll just take this piece out while you’re learning,” he said at the start of our first game.  He’d winked at me, and we’d begun playing.

I’ve made a good living playing chess tournaments since then, but I’ve never appreciated the game like I did when Mr. Frank surrendered his power to help me win a Sunday game on the square.

Ellespeth

This week’s photo prompt is provided by Iain Kelly. Thank you Iain!