Response to K. Hartless Prompt and d’Verse Poets
Quadrille #146 I Live in Salt in 44 words only!
By Ami Offenbacher-Ferris
Oh Salt, sweet Salt!
How you do tempt me
Glistening on that raised rim
Dancing across the rolled top
of that monstrous Margarita glass
The golden hue of top-shelf tequila
shimmering within your sea green depths
Release me now from your ancestral hold!
The Specter
By Ami (Gypsie) Offenbacher-Ferris
Within the temples
crumbling walls
a scuffling did sound
A muffled boom
four stories down
Flung the ghosts door
open wide
freeing the specter
to spring forth
weaving his way to the sky
He fluttered up and took a step
onto a cloud so high
From within his large
and gaping mouth
was heard an unearthly sigh
By Ami (Gypsie) Offenbacher-Ferris
Heat rose off of the grimy dryer door, laid open to dissipate the sweltering, man-made heat of the clothes-oven currently being used to dry his clothes; soaked from the thunderstorm he’d walked home in.
The scent of over-heated socks and stale body odor assaulted her, the delicate scent glands of her inexperienced nostrils burning at the intrusion. This was not the life for her. This was not the life she had dreamed of, not ever, not once. Did anyone ever dream about how real-life would be?
She was going to be an oceanographer and sail the open seas with the likes of Jacques Cousteau and his sons. Perhaps one of his sons might fall in love with her and she’d be welcomed into a family of achievers. A family that made a difference in the world. A family that cared.
A knock upside her right temple stopped her mind-wandering abruptly. The man called her a simpleton, told her he’d paid her father way too much for her. Slapped her again just because he could before lumbering out of the tiny kitchen where she sat huddled against the wall, the scent of sea spray lingering in the air.
Scott’s Daily Prompt 16/02/2022
Today’s prompt is: THE CLOCK
Write about anything you’d like. Somewhere in your post, include the sentence, “I heard the car door slam, and immediately looked at the clock.”
The Clock ⏰
By Ami (Gypsie) Offenbacher-Ferris
The clock
That clock
Strikes its blow once again
Night retreats
It’s violent jerk
Resounding in that noisome clock
My life
Our lives
Governed by those ticking hands
The clock
The thud
The car door slammed
To Work
I go
Looked up at the clock
Late I am
To work again
Blast it all that raucous clock!
Reena’s Xploration Challenge
PROMPT #218
Changeling
By Ami (Gypsie) Offenbacher-Ferris
They keep asking me as if somehow, I can just look in the mirror and know. Am I a boy or a am I a girl? I do not know.I
The that appeal to me. Keep your trucks and GI Joe’s, it’s to the theatre I want to go.
Yet standing here so gaunt and thin, wishing for things that have never been discussed out loud or in private company. What I would do for all the jewels and wealth in the world, I would give it all up for a small bit of money.
Cash to pay the surgeons bill, who’d change this boy into a girl.
By Ami (Gypsie) Offenbacher-Ferris
Response to prompt word RAMBUNCTIOUS in 6 Sentences Only by “Girlie on the Edge”
There are those that are very rambunctious among us. Their lives always full of tumultuous disorder. These unrestrained, uproarious disciples of chaotic clambering keep this earth clearly askew on its axis. I stridently search for a cacophony of silence amid the ever increasing din of raucous rollicking around me. Alas I find I’m once again thrown into the proverbial bed with a group of boisterous termagants. Until once again I can lay my head on my pillow of unadulterated opulence.
02/15/22 Oak Island, NC
First time out of the house in seven weeks due to being so sick with COVID-19 and pneumonia. Nature welcomed me home. The dolphins were jumping, fishing and surfing; sea birds swarmed the sandbar and even the mighty sun star said hello and goodnight. Blessed!
By Ami (Gypsie) Offenbacher-Ferris
In Response to G.C.’s photo prompt:
The tiny armchair fairy peeked out into the room before her, shocked and dismayed at the disarray of food containers, pizza boxes and beer cans that lay strewn everywhere. Her charge was no where to be seen and of course when present, she could not be seen either. It presented a difficult obstacle, but one she was determined to overcome in order to win her full set of fairy wings.
The little fairy eyed the mess, clapped her junior fairy wings together and within seconds, the room was pristine. The big hu-man, the one she had been charged with, lumbered back into the now clean room, stopped for a second and looked around before he fell backwards into his stained, overstuffed and over used armchair. The hu-man nearly crushed the little fairy, but she was fast as lightening and extracted herself easily.
The hu-man began yelling and shaking his fist at the big box with the moving lights inside. Upon further inspection, she determined there was some kind of game going on where bigger, younger hu-man’s trying to ram each other with their huge, helmet covered heads. These tactics seemed to upset the fairies hu-man, which was completely unacceptable.
Flitting behind the box, the little fairy removed the cord, causing the box to go suddenly silent. Her hu-man erupted, stomping over to the contraption to pound on its top; she quickly hoisted the plug back into its socket and the box sprang back to life, quieting the hu-man substantially.
So, her hu-man was only happy if the hu-man’s in the light box were yelling and he could yell with them. That’s easily fixable, she thought. Clapping her gossamer wings together she produced three more light boxes for her hu-man, all frozen permanently on those games with bowls and balls. Her hu-man was ecstatic. The little fairy sat back, patiently awaiting her full set of ultra-gossamer fairy wings.
By Ami (Gypsie) Offenbacher-Ferris
In response to picture prompt provided by Stein Writing
Look at me so pretty and proud
painted up like a Valentines clown.
My tiny owners, one, two and three,
felt the need to decorate me.
Why do they fuss why do they yell?
Adults their words do not impel,
my tiny owners to do their bidding
Their tone of voice so forbidding.
But that was then and this is now
I am their pet not yours anyhow.
So if they want to paint my face,
dress me up or run a race.
Its all ok alright with me,
it makes them happy can’t you see?
Let them paint me like a clown,
so their frowns turn upside down.
By Ami (Gypsie) Offenbacher-Ferris
In response to the weekly #writephoto prompt provided by KL Caley
Come away with me
To my island in the sea
In paradise we will be
No one else will ever see
Sail away with me now
Our troubles left behind somehow
No crops to harvest or to plow
Warm sea breezes do assail
On my island of luscious green
Blues, golds and purples can be seen
Through my rusty old porch screen
Watching seagulls happily careen
Into waters of my azure blue
They dive and dance just for you
In our place not shiny or new
A place of love and heavenly bijou
