Isolated Incident

These are my responses to the Writober prompt post Fear of Isolation.

OctPoWriMo

Today’s poem was really fun. During Friday Gathering we did a revision exercise. I looked back at the poem I wrote on October 11th last year and used n+7 on some of the words, meaning I looked up the word in the dictionary, counted down the page to the seventh word (or the nearest to the seventh that I liked or thought would work) and substituted that word. Then, I turned the lines I created into a pantoum.

Isolation is Spreading

slanted, light-adapted fungal threat
wish-fulfilled poison shadow
fairy-ring that killed the grassroot spread
wild, blackened death rattle

wish-fulfilled poison shadow
the growly-voiced needlewoman’s
wild, blackened death rattle
dared to pluck, facilitating

the growly-voiced needlewoman’s
feat, I plucked the feathers
dared to pluck, facilitating
little brown ones sauteed with butterfingers

my feat, I plucked the feathers
and saltbush. I put them on a placard
little brown ones sauteed with butterfingers
absolutely delicious though deadpan

butterfingers and saltbush. I put them on a placard
a fairy-ring that killed the grassroot spread
absolutely delicious though deadpan
a slanted, light-adapted fungal threat

Writober Flash Fiction

Imagine the Isolation

I saw her once. We were out on the boat, anchored and sunbathing in the cove. And I looked up at the old cathedral. You know the crumbling old thing in the side of the cliff. I had just noticed how the two round, glassless windows look like eyes and the row of cracked and crumbling pillars look like teeth, so the whole thing looks like a crazed jack-lantern, and there she was, walking along behind a broken tooth. She was covered in flowing black, made me think of a nun, but with her face covered too. I started thinking she must be like two hundred years old, right? And I’m thinking, how does she eat? How does she get food up there? She must eat the rats and the birds that fly in there. Grabs ’em with her long gnarly fingers, cracks them open, and just sucks out their insides. I bet her teeth have gotten long after all these years, she’s grown fangs. I saw her during the day, so she’s probably not a vampire, so she’s probably a witch. Yeah, the devil’s concubine. She probably flew up there and has a crow as a familiar. What do you mean, it was probably just a shadow? I’m telling you, I saw her. Quit shaking your head. I’ll show you, next time we take out the boat. You’ll have to come with, and I’ll show you.

Halloween Photography Challenge

For today’s images I took pictures of my neighbor’s security light that shines into my office window all day long. I gave it a jack-o-lantern face.

Happy Writober!

See you tomorrow!