Topics: In 100 Words - Environment - Ekphrasis - Flash Fiction
In 100 Words
lack of rain at the cemetery faded lawns… I dust the headstone lay mothers’ day flowers
We walk like drunks on the promenade deck. The turquoise sea foams as we watch its hills and troughs.
We step in the salty spill which sprays the ship’s dark walls. Rainbow reflections fold and unfold.
Ever present seagulls race across the wash. White crests furl and unfurl sprinkling us with salty rain.
Traversing the corridors like a pin ball in an arcade game we bounce and scatter with each crumbling wave.
— The Swell
The curtain rises on a new stage my living room now dressed in timber Where once I trod with muffled footsteps on carpet drab and dusty I now hear each footfall loud and clear and in answer each resounding creak My floor speaks and will not be silenced What’s more it moves This tree with its rough bark skirt and smooth supple limbs has yielded a living bounty planks of cream and brown tinged with a faint blush heartwood blending with sapwood in a medley of straight and wavy grain swirls spirals ripples distinctive knots and here and there a stripe a speckle a splash of ink from its black butt to stop me in my tracks This floor’s not just for treading It demands centre stage top billing I’m floored I’m quite upstaged and loving it I’m not just walking on timber I’m walking on air
— Treading the Boards