haiku: signs of autumn 4

autumn

haiku: signs of autumn 4

Freshly ploughed fields, the
rich earth prepared for next year
ready for sowing

3 x 3 sentence fics (31st July)

 

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3 more 3 sentence fics for the final #writingwednesday of July. I started with ‘tide’ as a prompt and used a word from each ficlet as a prompt for the next.

tide

The scorching summer sun gave way to a cooler evening as high tide approached. The sun dipped into the water, red, pink, and orange streaked clouds surrounding the horizon like steam from the sun as the cool ocean seemed to extinguish the fireball. The welcome breeze stirred the marram grass on the sand dunes as the sky began to darken and Venus in her guise as the evening star rose to gaze upon the beach, the tide swallowing the sand too.

Venus

As the morning star she is visible to greet you as you walk the dog or begin your journey to work. As the evening star she is a familiar sight to keep you company as you sit outside enjoying summer evenings or head home as winter darkness draws in. She is the hottest planet in our solar system, our second closest neighbour, the brightest object after our sun and moon, given the name of a goddess of love, and a welcome sight to behold.

planet

He fiddled with the strange looking phone that she thought must be some new imported model, thin as glass, tapping at it as he frowned and asked, “What planet is this again?”

She gave him a sideways look, asking, “What do you mean which planet?”

“Um, country…province..county…never mind,” he said, flustered, pocketing the device and trying to change the subject.

 

Poem: Equal and Opposite

A double drabble (200 words) prose poem

phases of the moon
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I worship the sun, bask in the life giving rays
the light brings growth, and also casts welcome shade
Reborn at the winter solstice, bringing new hope
Peaking at the summer solstice in full glory
The seasons turn, spring to summer, autumn to winter
Endless and enduring
The sun is fire and solar winds, creative and inspired
The nineteenth tarot card, sign of good fortune
Ruler of the day, rising in the east and setting the west
Helios, Apollo, Lugh, Amaterasu

I worship the moon, bathe in the life affirming rays
there is beauty in darkness, and light in the dark
Reborn at the dark moon each month, unseen but present
Peaking at the full moon, in all her glory
The month turns, waxing to full, waning to dark moon
Endless and enduring
The moon is of earth and brings the tides, reflective and empathic
The eighteenth tarot card, illusion and hidden truths
Ruler of the night, rising in the east and setting in the west
Artemis, Cerridwen, Hecate, Thoth

I acknowledge the turning of the day, the month, the year
There is a time for action and for rest
A place for opposites and the middle ground between them

Notes and selected sources

There are many deities associated with the sun and moon, some more accepted than others, for example some see Lugh as a storm god rather than a sun god.
https://www.thoughtco.com/sun-gods-and-sun-goddesses-121167
https://www.learnreligions.com/lunar-deities-2562404

The moon rises in the east but “however, depending on the phase of the Moon and the time of the year, the rising might actually occur in the east-northeast or east-southeast, and the setting might take place in the west-northwest or west-southwest.” https://www.farmersalmanac.com/does-the-moon-rise-in-the-east-2782

Tarot cards
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Moon_(Tarot_card)
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Sun_(Tarot_card)

 

3 sentence fic: April Showers

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She wakes to the sound of rain against the windows. Outside the flowering primroses and the late blooming narcissi will be grateful for the rain, as will be the tulips tucked safe inside their buds and the freshly sown leek and calendula seeds slumbering just below the surface of the rich compost. It’s early and so she snuggles back beneath the covers, warm and safe, soothed by the gentle pitter-patter of the vital spring shower.

 

Drabble: A Meditation on the Element of Air

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A gentle breeze stirred her hair, rustling the leaves of the chestnut tree she sat meditating beneath.

The wind could be a welcome draught to mitigate summer’s heat, or an icy gust during winter. The helpful zephyrs that spread dandelion seeds, and dried laundry, were one aspect of the same element of air that had battered the coast last winter with hurricane force winds felling trees.

The absence of wind could leave ships without engines stranded on a becalmed sea, while fierce gales could whip up the waves to capsize a vessel.

Balance; that was the lesson she needed today,