If you missed this morning’s prompts post, I’m responding to Every Word a Treat.
For today’s images, I used two of my filters from last year with my mirror balls in the new pool noodles on the lake. It’s a gorgeous day today, so I treated myself to a walk while treating the grass to a mow and my body to a lot of exercise while treating my ears to the fabulous voice actor Sean Crisden reading Big Machine by Victor LaValle.
OctPoWriMo 2023: Facing Our Fears
I didn’t choose to use the suggested form today because today’s prompt is a difficult fear for me to face, and the fact that I got something down at all is a very good thing. Later, as in the end of the month or years from now, I may work it into a rondeau, but not today.
When the Wind Blows
~When the wind blows, and the mothers talk~Tears for Fears
The hurricane will take everything
love, home, people, pets and all
the years of collected objects
and the flood it leaves
brings disease and rats
and poisonous snakes
mold and rot and pollution
spoils the soil which continues
to destroy
But then come the judgers
the ones who believe and choose
to say They deserved it
through human behaviors they label sin
the victims who died
and those who survived
were thus known to God
and He had had enough
Somehow the condemners skip
the story of Abraham and the end of Noah
forget the story of Job and cling to Gomorrah
including everyone in most of a state in their hate
so they can believe they are better
that there was a reason
that God wouldn’t do that to them
approves of them
That’s why I’m afraid of tornadoes
they take away the anonymity
of the many destroyed cities
bringing God’s finger down
on one house, but skipping the next
flattening one side of the street
yet jumping the other
sucking up one cow, one tractor, one truck
and tossing it into the next town
That swirling, violent finger is personal
Writober 2023
Logline: A woman going through the change catches fire while dancing in the sand with the ocean licking her feet.
You know what’s weird fun, is when I picked that image, I hadn’t thought about the possibility of it being a real horror—more supernatural—but knowing a hot-flash with hormone unpredictability; I can imagine salt-water dancing leading to that. 🥵😃
microstory: After making the terrifying decision to quit her job at fifty-two and reach for her dream, Nariana went to the beach to let off steam. She danced in the waves like no one was watching, and since it was October no one was when she set aflame.
Today’s OctPoWriMo prompt got me thinking about weather horror movies to watch today. I woke up to a thick fog outside so I thought of The Fog and The Mist. And my poem made me think of Twister.
Experience Writing 