Friday, November 27, 2020

Flash Friday 55 Thanksgiving Edition 2020

 

 


 

 Welcome all, to the Thanksgiving edition of the Friday 55. This year has seen so much turmoil, death, despair and anxiety that pulling anything up from a well of gratitude can be difficult, but there are indeed things to be thankful for, like those we love, the hope for change and renewal we have under a new administration, or like this gathering of writers remembering our history, our craft and an absent friend, the G-Man, who originated this meme and never lost his sense of humor or support for others in his quest for a kickass weekend for all. 
Thank you, Galen.
 

 
 
As always, this isn't a prompt about anything in particular, even gratitude. It's the 55. That is, 55 words of your choice on any subject, in any form, so long as the total comes to 55, no more no less.

Link your result in the comments below and I will be by to see what you have written.
 
Because of the holiday, the prompt will be extended from Thursday at midnight all weekend through Monday at noon.


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Here is my 55:



 
 
 Over The Wind



I threw my leg over
the back of the wind,
or was it the mare
 
who gallops my sleep
your face
bounced in her bag,
 
leaves on her eyes
storms in her tail,
a jagged nightbird
 
with razorglass song,
dragon-winged
by a child's sleeping breath?
 
And I the rider
faded as fable,
lightning passing by.
 
 
 
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Images: Vintage postcard, manipulated  Fair Use
Photograph of Galen Hayes, source unknown  Fair Use
Donnerstag,  artist unknown, via internet  Fair Use
Dragon Awakens,   © Theodore Severin Kittelsen  Fair Use
 

19 comments:

  1. Oh I LIKE your 55, dear! "Razorglass" now there's a word. The whole notion of mounted lightning as a metaphor is something no one else would think of. Fierce, wild, with a cup of mortality for leaven.

    Here is my 55:

    https://fireblossom-wordgarden.blogspot.com/2020/11/whistling-past-graveyard.html

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    1. Thanks, dear. Your own was just exquisite. You know I am a believer(or just less of a doubter) in reincarnation, and that's what it made me think of, flashing back to a previous life.

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  2. I love the images this conjures and the sounds of the words spoken aloud.
    Here's my 55:
    https://othermaryswords.blogspot.com/2020/11/thankful-55.html

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    1. Thank you, Mary. I found yours beautiful and full of comfort.

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  3. https://woonietest.blogspot.com/2020/11/55-words.html

    Will return in a bit to digest the 55's .... Cheers everyone!!!!

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    1. Loved your sister's 55 Helen. Thank you both for playing.

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  4. What a ride! To remember! For all of time! Galen would have loved this (as do I.)

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  5. PS ... thinking about him this morning got me all weepy.

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    1. Me, too. He was very much in my thoughts this time. ((()))

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  6. Loved this! A tiny epic -- the perfect lagniappe for a rainy Friday.

    http://openwindowopenbook.blogspot.com/2020/11/friday-55-nov-27-2020.html

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    1. Thanks, and thanks for bringing this gem to the mix, Chrissa.

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  7. What a story. For some reason I'm thinking as I read it of a warrior dream of defeating eternity's clutch only to awaken to mortality.

    Here's mine...Not pretty but what this rain cloud Friday brought me.

    https://blackinkhowl.blogspot.com/2020/11/twisted-orange-of-numbers-dont-count.html

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    1. Thanks, Susie. Yours was so evocative of how I feel most days--glad you could add it to the pile.

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  8. Would have to quote every line. Wow.

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    1. Thanks qbit. You're very welcome to join us any time. All it takes is 55 words. Hope your holiday was good.

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  9. This is fantastic! Riding the wind (or was it a mare?)..........just so good.

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  10. as you know, November is always sharp for me. Razorglass, even. And me, here, faded. ~

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    1. Understood. Time has its cutting blades. I also find this season difficult. Be well, M. and thanks for reading.

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