Image: Edgewood Garden, Washington State (here)
long months foothills velvety sunshine
adds smoke sweet touch red stew
cask (A large barrel-like container used for storing liquids)adds smoke sweet touch red stew
It is strange after the long cold months.The foothills
are enveloped by a velvety mist where sunshine within
is overwhelmingly absent. It adds to an overcast of a
grainy smoke screen where a sweet touch is most
desired. Ingredients of a beautiful morning are now
presented like a desired hot red stew. Unfortunately
however it is but trussed in a cask, a drab treacherous
start to a vigorous sunny day.Fair weather is playing
truant to yearnings of an idyllic springtime.
Is there a karmic backlash to the ills of mankind
imposed (on the deprived and downtrodden)
elsewhere on this wonderful planet?
(100 words)
Note: To write a prose of not exceeding 100
words inspired by the spring-time pic - Bastet
Brenda's Sunday Whirl's Wordle #292
Bastet's at MLMM's Saturday's Mix
Mary's at PU's Poetry Pantry #346
Wonderful to read Hank, a lovely spring day here.
ReplyDeleteYvonne.
Makes you wonder as things have a way of coming to be elsewhere
ReplyDeleteI'm always fascinated how this works, random words coming together and end up creating a scene that seems like it was always there. With stew and cask I have expected a Rip Van Winkle drunken feast.
ReplyDelete'Is there a karmic backlash to the ills of mankind' no doubt about it...
ReplyDeleteBeautifully written.
ReplyDeleteThe foothills are enveloped by a velvety mist where sunshine within
ReplyDeleteis overwhelmingly absent... sigh.. so eloquent.
I think the backlash will be even worse, but it might be a foretaste.
ReplyDeleteFinally fair weather -- at least in nature, if not in the state of the world. I wonder about that backlash. Perhaps it is occurring now.
ReplyDeleteI agree with Bjorn, I think the backlash may be a shock to many. You have described the scene so well here, Hank.
ReplyDeleteThanks Hank
ReplyDeleteFair weather is playing truant... That's as true as the gold I don't have, Hank :)
ReplyDeleteClever idea of fair weather playing truant!
ReplyDeleteVery good piece of writing. A backlash of mans karma, that's a disturbing thought.
ReplyDeleteThis was a bit rough on me until I reached "Fair weather is playing
ReplyDeletetruant to yearnings of an idyllic springtime."
'karmic backlash' - brilliantly put. A phrase, I think, worthy of inclusion in the lexicon of climate change ... and perhaps, political change as well.
ReplyDeleteI know all about those drab starts. Many of my poems begin that way. Fortunately, if I work at it, the drabness goes away!
ReplyDelete:)
ReplyDeleteZQ
A wonderful atmosphere, you create.
ReplyDeleteCuriously I quite like the mystery of still misty scenes waiting for warmth of spring to change them. I amsure we woul be pretty bored if the weather wasthe same all year round. I quite like how the day awakens through the mist.
ReplyDeleteI think man stain this planet everywhere he steps. But it is spring...
ReplyDeleteA most interesting piece, I enjoyed how you managed the words and presented such an interesting reflection as you kept to the theme of describing spring. Bravo!
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