By Ami (Gypsie) Offenbacher-Ferris
Response to Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt #236 BLUE 38 Word Challenge
Colors all around
swirl without a sound
Upon the deep blue sea
azure water calls to me
Enter here and wish no more
magic found upon my shores
Leave your woeful cares behind
Sirens call made you mine
by Ami (Gypsie) Offenbacher-Ferris
The couch is your home
and there you both sit
or lay close together
here in our small home
Once dinner is done
a big stretch
and some yawns – it’s back
to your cushiony throne
A noise from outside
gets you up with a start
off to the door you run
hoping for romp and for fun
It’s that nice delivery man
with a nod and a smile
he’s delivering the box full of food
toys and new chewy socks
So true what I’m saying today
these two beasts once playing
are now curled up here at my feet the two loves
of my life make my life pure delight
Two days late!
Silver moonlight penetrated thick branches throwing into relief the silhouette of sleeping angels.
Photograph by Ami (Gypsie) Offenbacher-Ferris
In response to Friday Fictioneers 11 – 19 – 2021 photo prompt micro-story 100 words or less
The axe came first, it was our only warning. Split logs, whole logs, branches too rose, rolled and shot through the air, impaling anything or anyone in their way.
Quiet for a moment, we huddled terror stricken in the cabin. A jarring sound and the chainsaw lifted, it’s blade sharp and spinning madly. It hovered over the roof of the little cabin before it too, devoured the old timber’s of the roof full force.
There was a shudder, a thud. Then another thud. Then such a cacophony of thuds, we covered our ears against it.
The trees had had enough!
by Ami (Gypsie) Offenbacher-Ferris
(Response to Sadie’s What do you see # 108 – November 15, 2021 Picture prompt.)
It’s a key. It’s just a key. It’s not an engagement ring, not a wedding ring. A commitment yes, but an open one right? Wiggle room implied, accepted, assumed.
Don’t touch it! Don’t touch that key! Next comes exclusivity, then domination, then the rings, those rings. No wiggle room afforded, none implied, none assumed, none expected.
It will work, it could work. Just a key, without a ring. Open the door, just open the door. Inside is security, affability, friendship, love. Sexuality, with one, just one. Exclusive together.
It won’t work. It might work, for a time. For a little while. For the blink of an eye. But then, oh then. Another comes along, singing his song. Pulls him away, he’ll never stay. Accept it.
Reach for it, almost touch it. Can’t. Try again, hand freezes then falls. Knowledge is heaven, but this time it’s hell. Never again, no never again. Turn from the door, turning away from the door.
Leave behind what might have been, not going to face what might of been. He sits waiting – within.
(more…)by Ami (Gypsie) Offenbacher-Ferris
In Response to Friday Fictioneers prompt. Write a 100 word story in the historical fiction genre, using the prompt provided.
It was but a small bump, barely a shiver down in third class where so many of us traveled together, to the New Land.
In fact, I rather liked the feel of the big ship as she took the waves and faced the wind. As I’ve done in the past, I wondered at the incongruities of cultural expectations and strictures.
Mama near passed right out when I told her I wanted to be a captain like Captain Smith. She said it weren’t a proper position for a lady.
Cold water slid over my slippers. Did Captain Smith know about this?
There’s meter and there’s meters
One measures a poem’s length
The other the length of a road
Epistemology is much like genealogy
Discovering the secret starting places
Of the words we use to this day
It certainly never occurred to me
To use the algebraic written form
Instead of the good old A, B, C’s
Then we get to the iambic state
Which seems to me a way to relate
Without using words but beats is all!
Last now we see a lambic parameter
A way to install a measured meter
with a beat musicians love to use
As for me I find I have to say
I’m just an eccentric heretic
An apostate non-conformist
An unintentional recreant
Of the well authored word
In layman’s terms – I just write!
by Ami (Gypsie) Offenbacher-Ferris
Passed a patch of pussywillows today
I thought of you and smiled
How you’d make Dad stop each time
To gather a bushel from the swamp
He never fussed he didn’t complain
That in itself a sweet blessing to us
We three girls would sit and watch
As our Dad traversed those Florida swamps
Never a thought nor did he mind
Those alligators standing by
Why they let my Daddy be
Is still a mystery to me
Upon the shelf she kept her prize
Fluffy puffs of nature’s whim
Until the day they dropped their seed
Then back to the swamp we went
Years and years have passed
Since last I saw her smile
Dads gone to join her now
A sprig of fluff in his tight hand
I passed a patch of pussywillows today
Your voice a distant memory
Upon my shelf now sits a bunch
Of willows from your favorite swamp
Agent’s due to come at dusk
A handsome gent
that smells of musk
The kind of gent
that makes a mama proud
A man to make a young girl
do twirls in the center
of her small living room
Over the moon
About a gent in blue
Brother stands and shakes his head
convinced his sister never will wed
Whether or not the gent is true
Whether he wears red, white or blue
This ones not the one for you
Father enters his scowling face
not a hint of kindness
Not a trace
As he explains to one and to all
It’s not a gent that’s going to call
Family all turns as one to stare
at the man in his overalls
He stands to a height of six foot four
sauntering slowly
towards the door
My sweet little girl I’m sorry to say
it’s not a-gent calling for you today
It’s me that’s been caught
well and good
An agent he is for his livelihood
An agent in blue to take me away
My moonshine still did he find
Up the creek and far away
a-gents not yours
I’m afraid he’s mine
Prompt: 🌺 FLOWERS
Flower petals drop heralding winter’s come.
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