Friday, April 17, 2020

Flash Fiction 55 Special April Edition #3





"Another Friday, another 55 words to chronicle the long march, the wild hunt, the dance of the living and dead. We come to remember a man who had more to give than take from the world of blogging, Galen Hayes, and to explore the meme he brought us as the world turns around us in its ceaseless change.
There are no rules, except to write 55 words of prose or poetry--no more, no less, and link them in the comments below between Friday and Sunday morning for myself and others to read."
I wrote this intro over two years ago but it seems even more apt today, plus I wanted to include Galen, as I always remember him on these days.

Same rules, as above. The prompt will be live from Friday midnight to Sunday at 4:00 PM 

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Here is my 55:






 Caviar At Two In The Morning




The moon
fogs the spectacles of night,
fuzzes the stampeding stars;
kinder than morning's hot tongue, who
flicks them inside her like shad-roe.

Tear-soak
wets fever's stiff face,
mines gold from the cold-plated light
gone dead in the eyes of old players

drowned in the wellspring of midnight
who sleep but can only dream nightmares.





April 2020


























Images: Moonrise, Beaumarais  © Clarice Becket   Fair Use
Author and title unknown via internet tagged Coven of Ceridwen   Fair Use



 

25 comments:

  1. A powerful invocation of those night terrors which remind the troubled soul that sleep comes with a price.

    Thank you for hosting the 55, and for the sweet reminder of Galen, who always added humour to a Friday.

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    1. Indeed he did. I miss him a lot. Thanks for reading, Kerry.

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  2. That first verse strike me Joy. Every day in the wee hours I stand on my porch trying to remember that the night sky is still out there, above me showing all--and how it is covered so easily by the ambient city lights and what they do not eat the moon has no problem with the rest.

    I am here but feeling very indirect. http://themanwhowalksalonewalksfaster.blogspot.com/2020/04/trumpism-on-move.html

    Kick ass this week end--I miss Galen too.

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    1. It's a hard time to feel anything direct, I think. Fear, confusion, muddle and dread of whatever idiocy/doom is coming next. It was good to read you nonetheless Mark. Thanks for playing.

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  3. You've idealized an unhappy circumstance (as I read it). How many times have we tried to escape a moment in the night world of sleep and dreaming, only to find that there is no place to run, that we carry our burdens with us always and that the world of dreams is not always a softening one. I find the last couplet particularly effective, but really the whole piece compels. --Steve
    Here's my contribution:

    http://excursionsanddiversions-sking.blogspot.com/

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    1. Thanks, Steve, I enjoyed your very thoughtful, original take. Glad you could be here this weekend.

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  4. I have not had coffee yet and so am in so condition to read your poem until later, dear, but here is mine, written especially for this kick-ass 55 event:

    https://fireblossom-wordgarden.blogspot.com/2020/04/this-morning-at-dannys-coffee-shop.html

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  5. That first stanza is sooo good, dear. And the whole thing, the awful lying awake or dozing through disturbing endless dreams, who can stand that? Better to be thrown into the fiery maw of morning, than that. In any case, I don't think any of those fish eggs will ever grow. Maybe that's a good thing?

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    1. Maybe they are hatching inside the morning, but I doubt we'll ever know. Thanks for the kind comment, and for bringing your own genius to the place.

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  6. Wonderfully penned, Joy. I have those tumbled nights of hazy dreams and wake up more tired than when I went to bed.

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  7. The imagery in this is exquisite Joy!! That first stanza just about blew me away! I can relate to the emotions and my experience with many dreams of been the same. Wishing you a wonderful weekend with some peaceful sleep filled with sweet dreams. Here is mine:

    https://thewordwhisperer2.blogspot.com/2020/04/a-ship-half-empty.html#comments

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    1. Thank you! Yours was lovely Carrie. So glad you could join us.

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  8. I've always thought the moon is kinder too. Your words are haunting, and particularly haunting and piercing today. And I miss Galen too. I hope you have an extremely kick-ass weekend. Here's my 55:
    https://othermary.wordpress.com/2020/04/17/napowrimo-day-17/

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    1. Yes, Galen has been in my mind lately. The spirit world is restless, maybe? Thanks for playing Mary--always a delight to have you here.

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  9. thanks for hosting Joy :)

    here's mine ....

    and I'll be back tomorrow or next to read and comment on the entries -

    have a kick ass weekend everyone and be safe!

    https://indigomidnightwildchild.blogspot.com/2020/04/today-might-be-worthy.html

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    1. Such a pleasure to have your words to read.Thank you for adding your 55 to the fire. If we pile on enough words like yours, we can make a hell of a light.

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  10. I had a horrible dream this morning. Trying to shake it off, sigh
    Looking forward to reading, I haven't been writing or participating much.
    Here's my 55 attempt: http://www.runawaysentence.com/2020/04/now.html

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    1. Always good to see you here marian, and to read your words. Yours was full of light, despite the nightmares, with just that one black dot in the corner that makes it stand out. Thanks for playing, and for reading.

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  11. I love all of this poem. It strikes its brilliance from the first line. I wish I had written it. My family's life was in another storm right before we were told to hunker down behind our doors. Writing and reading is my only normal these days. So blessed Joy to have your words to help me through this nightmare.

    This isn't much, but it is a small piece of things helping me to keep my sanity.

    https://thesoundofink.blogspot.com/2020/04/peace-under-streetlight.html

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    1. Thank you Susie. Your family has had to weather so many storms--I can only imagine how tired you must sometimes get. I really enjoyed your moonshadow cat, and thank you for the kind comment, and for joining us this weekend.

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  12. This is such a wrenching 55 Joy. It drops us right into the belly of the ache, of the cold fire, which is both a soothing embrace, but ultimately makes us writhe for the heat, which we have misunderstood as something else, initially. You've captured that hellish free-falling sensation very well - exquisitely really. To sleep, perchance to dream - yet which is more compellingly disturbing, the awakening to another hell or the so greatly anticipated "blissful" dream state. In these times, one can never be sure of anything, certainly not the shadow side of psyche. And I suppose the only consolation we can take is knowing the moon is soothing - a comfort in her own way, unless she too turns her shadow side to illumine our nights.

    A kick ass weekend indeed - I hope for you. Be safe and well.

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    1. Thank you for such an insightful and generous view, willow. I have written a lot of poems about the moon, but she hasn't worn out yet, so we'll hope for the best.

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  13. sleep hasn't treated me well of late...

    here's my toss into the tin this weekend:

    https://grapeling.wordpress.com/2020/04/18/sugar-cookies-7/

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    1. Yes, this is sort of the second verse to the last one I posted. Some nights I do sleep, but I'd almost rather not. But then, that's not much good either. Thanks for reading, and for playing, M.

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"We make out of the quarrel with others, rhetoric, out of the quarrel with ourselves, poetry." ~William Butler Yeats