A Leafy Sea Dragon

By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

WRITEPHOTO Challenge – Seahorse
Hosted by KL Caley @ New2Writing

I often wish that I could be
a lovely Sea Dragon
swimming so pretty and free

Far far down beneath the sea
a beauty few have ever seen
that’s where I truly long to be

With purple fins and a purple tail
and inside me a rainbow’s tale
a colorful mirage of glistening scales

So tiny and so very small
the slightest tide a major squall
where beauty rides in one and all

Where men exquisite in their care
take on the children’s weight to bear
he keeps them tucked away in there

Nothing can reach his sweet little fry
though many creatures try and try
that Daddy Sea Dragon is very sly

He tucks them in safe and sound
not even gaining a single pound
and Mom Dragon goes catting around


By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

Response to
Reena’s Xploration Challenge #238
Posted by Reena Saxon July 7, 2022

Look at all the puppets
hanging there
Presidents, Queens, and Kings
dangling in mid-air

Past this gruesome spectacle
of political debauchery
Look for specter’s in Congress
and Supreme Court botchery

Each and every elected official
those sworn to protect us and serve
Personal agenda’s they all carry
Their sworn oaths no longer observed

These cords only we can sever
No more control by gun fanatics,
oil mongers and pharmaceuticals
Need to replace all these phenetic’s

CMMC Close Up or Macro Challenge

Hosted by CBialczak @ Stein Writing

Bald Cypress Tree photographed by Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris
Pink Hibiscus photographed by Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris
White Hibiscus photographed by Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

The Spinning Wheel

By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
Friday Fictioneers July 8, 2022

(100 words)
It was there, she could see it. The magic spinning wheel. Only the queen had been allowed to touch it and before that, the queen mother and so on. Since the queens death, no one had dared touch it, not even to put it away for safe-keeping.

The lovely young maid, longed to place her slender hands on the rich, dark mahogany surface, it called to her mournfully. She could hear how badly it wanted to sing. She could make it sing, she knew it.

Gingerly, timidly she sat upon the stool and placed her hand on the wheel.

Gnome Land

By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

In response to Christine at Stine Writing and Miniatures

I can’t believe it, I found it! I actually found it!

I reread the first line I’d written in my diary. Was that only a few days ago? How long had I been here?

I couldn’t tell. I was deep, very deep underground. My cell was small but not inhumanely so, thank goodness. Especially considering how very small these people are.

My backpack had been searched, my utility knife confiscated as well as my lighter and camp utensils, but they let me keep everything else. Well, almost everything. They got very excited when they found my cell phone, which they also took.

So, I have my diary, my pen and pencil and my clothes. I’m locked in a cell, fed four times a day and let out twice to relieve myself, always under guard. I can see no way to escape, yet.

It wasn’t until a group of young Gnome men started viewing me in my cell at regular intervals, that I realized; I was up for sale.

Closed Permanently

By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

Photograph by Paul Szlosek
In response to photo prompt provided by Paul Szlosek and The Poetorium Photo Poetry Prompt Project

Not this way
turn yourself around
the way to my heart
is closed permanently now

No more heart aches
no more pain
I don’t want this to ever
happen again

Pay heed to the sign
it’s dangerous up there
much safer to play
down here without care

Let broken hearts suffer
alone no more
keep moving and shuffling
right on out of the door

Leave my sign hanging
untouched and unmarred
lest tomorrow I’m forced
to seal it shut with metal bars

Midnight Sail

By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris


Response to
RDP Monday Prompt: Sail
Posted by sgeoil for RagTag Community Daily Prompt

Waiting at the shore
for a ship with no name
to carry me away
from the pain and the games

Where people do not leave
or fill your heart with lies
Where no one ever grieves
and only love abides

Hoist the main sail
stir the night wind
Take me far away
away to live to mend

Waves catch the rudder
take her straight and true
Away from this dry land
to where it’s always blue