Floundering

An etheree for the Secret Keeper’s five word prompt.

LATE | STORM | FRAME | STRIKE | WRAP

 

There was a storm late last night wind wrapped clawed

fingers round dead wood broke branches prised

stricken shutters loose and rattled

window frames the bats in the

attic fluttered in cat

fear they lost the north

like us floundered

danger lights

blinking

blind.

Tanka Tuesday: Winter beauty

An etheree for Colleen’s tanka tuesday challenge—Cold & Safe.

Erratum: Reading this again, I’m struck by how not an etheree it is! I must have been having a brainstorm when I wrote it. Far too many syllables. The second poem is the etheree. Sorry about that Colleen.

 

The sky was clear last night and full of stars,

grass was furred with white, a rime of frost,

and every sound as brittle as breaking glass.

In morning sun, silver turns to gold,

melting night time chill, mist rises

into pearly blue. The sky,

moonlit still beams, fluttering

on scattered feathers­—

winter, no

haven.

 

The sky was clear last night and full of stars,

grass was furred with white, a rime of frost,

every sound brittle as breaking

glass. Mist rises, pearly blue,

sky, moonlit still glows with

light, fluttering on

scattered feathers­—

winter, no

haven

here.

#Tanka Tuesday: Haunt & Spell

This etheree is for Colleen’s tanka tuesday challenge.

 

Summer lingers among these sentinels

that stride, long-legged among dry drifts

of golden leaves. This wind blowing,

presages the closing year,

pages and lives, turning

swept clean, nurturing

roots and rich earth,

where spring waits,

green shoots

curled.