Friday Flash Fiction 55 for January, 2020

Welcome all, to our first Friday 55
of the new year.
 

On the last Friday of every month, I will once again host the opportunity to have both a kick-ass weekend and share a poem, piece of prose poetry or short fiction on any subject; 
in fact, whatever, 
so long as it's in the form of 55 words, no more, no less. 

The prompt will be live from Friday at 12:00 AM til Sunday at 4:00 PM. 

This is an informal sort of place, so there's no Mr Linky. Just copy and paste a link to your 55 in the comments.

Here's a link to the html code for those who like to leave a short and neat one word link.

Here is my own contribution:

 Widow's Wind

One marriage that burned,

another that froze,

one dead-alive so long ago,

a breath of dream for a child to grow;

all lost in the time-storm's

 rosemary-spice,   

all holocaust

with an angel's form,

and a devil's price.

But a silence of moon,

the windowing woods,

a widowing wind,

ink's sudden flood;

these now are good.

~January 2020

The 55 is a writer's challenge in exactly 55 words, initiated years ago by Galen Hayes, and when he passed on, continued at various times by The Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, Kerry O'Connor, and by me. When I began doing this prompt in 2017, I wrote a lot about my feelings for it and for poetry blogging. If you'd like to read the background material, you'll find it here, in my Friday 55 Preamble Wanderings.  Unfortunately, the prompt will not be weekly at this time.

Images in order of appearance:  55 chevy pick up truck, via internet, manipulated, fair use

Mountain Fire,  1903, ©John Singer Sargent. Public Domain

Cottage On Fire At Night, circa 1750, ©Joseph Wright. Public Domain