Today’s prompt is “desserts.” Last year I had fun thinking of desserts literally and creating Halloween chocolates. This year, I want to think of desserts more figuratively. Using the definition of dessert as the sweet last course of a meal, I started thinking about the finality of dessert—a sweet ending, a final enticement—like a Jinn’s cursed wish or a deal with the devil. I thought of one of those huge rainbow suckers, but with a poison symbol on it, or the poisoned apple covered in caramel. I set up the floating studio since this may be the last warm sunny day in a while, and I may be taking my final lake swim of 2022.
Today’s prompt is Perfectly Imperfect and talks about the concept/philosophy of Wabi-sabi: a Japanese aesthetic concept that finds beauty and serenity in objects, landscapes, designs, etc., that are simple, imperfect, and impermanent (dictionary.com).
I was discussing the problems of perfectionism with my parents just yesterday. It’s hard to say if its nature or nurture—genetic, psychological programming,or both—but I got it from both of my parents.
This idea of the perfectly imperfect ties in nicely with finding the confidence in fear and the fear in confidence. The fears of the Halloween season are fears of the unknown: fear of the dark, fear of monsters, fear of nightmares, fear of death, the undead, spooks, frights, and surprises. Confidence comes through knowing what to expect, through experience, learning, shining light into the dark, being prepared. But a perfectionist wants, even needs the impossible. No matter how prepared, the perfectionist will find imperfection, and thus finds the fear in confidence, and is confident of her fear.
Today’s Poetics prompt is about names for the October full moon. Sarah gave us a list of what this moon is called around the world to inspire our poem.
I once wrote a song called “I Want to Swim to the Moon.” It talks about the full moon in June. Hard to believe that this year, I could have been singing about the full moon in October—doesn’t have the same ring to it. 😃
Ways We See The Same Moon
Thick fall vines flow from the blackberry moon.
Berries shriveled and long gone, its thorns pierce
searching, hungry flesh, drawing blood
staining its round, white, blemished face.
The blood moon haunts the horizon
flushed with pride of its scarred visage.
The horrors it has evoked in the crazed haze,
planting seeds of discord, the seed fall moon
spreads, lighting the way for the wind
to scatter and spray dreams through the dark.
The harvest moon collects the aging and decaying,
perfect in their grace of time’s ravages, ripe
and sweet in their browning blemishes, fueling
an ice moon’s warm glow.
I couldn’t find any information about today’s inspirational image of a young woman being held in a chair by scary arms. Here’s the opening of my story “The Candy Behind the Curtain:”