Weekly Photo Challenge: Ascend

The London Eye on the South Bank of the River Thames:

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Weekly Photo Challenge: Ascend

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Weekly Photo Challenge – Cheeky

These are Tasmanian Devils. The familiar cartoon portrayal of them as seething, snarling, greedy lunatics is not all that far from the truth. Here at a wildlife park on the island state of Tasmania, one gets cheeky as he sneaks up on his resting partner. DSC04931 (2)So she screams at him and he screams back. That’s just what these little devils do!

DSC04928 (2)The sign is probably unnecessary.  Their attitude leaves you with little desire to pet them!

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Weekly Photo Challenge – Cheeky

Thanksgiving in Hannah’s Kitchen

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Aromas, spicy and strong,

emit themselves from the depths of Hannah’s kitchen

where she busies herself with tasks no one will notice:

potatoes peeled, cranberries washed

and flour swept from the floor after making pies.

I and many others have offered to help her

but Hannah finds us useless

like the cold, dead turkey she pats dry.

She fills the bird with stuffing and rubs him with oil,

massaging the skin as if it were a former lover.

She reflects on by-gone days… her early escapades

into the promises and promiscuity of youth.

She glances around the kitchen,

embarrassed by the direction her mind has gone;

just one more reason she is glad to be alone.

She tends to the turkey once again,

preening him like a groom before his wedding.

She is startled when his legs become untucked,

as if wanting to stand, one last time, in the shallow pan.

Tenderly she binds them, tighter this time;

then shoves the whole damn turkey into the oven.

While attending a poetry session at a Writer’s Conference a few weeks ago, we were challenged to write a poem about someone’s kitchen, but not our own. We were to make it feel like a nesting spot for the subject. We were to incorporate the words “tenderly”, “into the oven” and “dead”; and introduce someone new—real or imaginary—halfway through the poem. In the last sentence, we were instructed to use a word we wouldn’t ordinarily use (guess which one that is)! This is the result of that challenge, and also my response to today’s one-word prompt: Nest

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My In-Between Life

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I grew up an “in-between-er”. Not because of family order – there were only two of us, my sister and me – but because of where we lived. Our house was in the country, but not on a farm and just over half an hour from the nearest city.

I did not identify with city girls who strutted either uptown or downtown and seemed to know the difference. They tottered the sidewalk in shoes I could never have owned; my father would have somehow made me feel less of a person for wanting them, and I shudder to think what he might have done had I actually come home with a pair.

I wasn’t comfortable with farm girls either. I had no daily chores that required me to wake at dawn and find a bucket for feed or a basket for eggs. I never had to butcher my best friend. My summers didn’t include a harvest except to witness it. When the fields I passed to and from school every day began to sprout green, I couldn’t tell the difference between wheat and barley, but what did it matter? I was allergic to it all, anyway!

I must have spoken to my grandmother at some point in time about my “in-between-ness”. She was my favorite person to spend time with when I was young. I remember her telling me that in-between was simply the best place in the world to be. It was, after all, the place between yesterday and tomorrow, the place between hello and goodbye, and the place she most wanted me to be: between her arms.

My response to today’s one-word prompt: Strut