Saturday, September 06, 2014

The Liberating Fire

PHOTO PROMPT -Copyright – Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
The fire blazed, yellow flames crackling as I stood in front of the funeral pyre lost in my thoughts.  Once where there was life was now engulfed by the blaze.  

The ancients had said that when the body is burned the fire frees the soul.  The funeral hymn of the Vedas invokes Agni, the lord of the fire, minister of sacrifice, the giver of wealth. 

Is there life after death?  Do our deeds liberate us from saṃsāra, the cycle of death and rebirth?


The cremation was over and they could never do an autopsy now.  The fire does indeed liberate.


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Written for 
Friday Fictioneers. Word Count : 100

I didn't think I was going to write this time having been knocked out by viral fever for the whole week.  But finally the meds do their thing, the fever and the aches subsides and I seem to breathe normally again (after sounding like Darth Vader this whole week).  So maybe that's why its a darker theme this week. 

But here is some lighter music to make it better.

Thursday, August 28, 2014

Grub's Up


PHOTO PROMPT – Copyright – Madison Woods
I see it wriggling with yellow goo seeping out of its side.  My companions look at me with a mix of revulsion and expectancy.  I should have never volunteered. 

Squelch.

The rains have been good and it is fat having gorged on sap from roots of the Witchetty Bush.

The yellow stuff dribbles out onto my finger as I gag at the first attempt.

My mouth goes to work.  The flavour they said is like fried egg with a hint of nuts.  I focus on finishing it.  

I see her watching me with a smile.  Was it worth it? Probably.
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Written for 
Friday Fictioneers. Word Count : 100

And before you ask it is all fiction.  There are still a few things I don't eat, while I'll try and keep an open mind on Witchetty Grubs, I have no immediate plans to include them in my diet.  Though Bush Tucker is a different matter altogether. And the music is something else.


Friday, August 22, 2014

A Project Like Noah

PHOTO PROMPT -Copyright-Roger Bultot
I stood in the university’s car park with a stunned look on my face.

“Please don’t tell me you spent our entire budget on that?”

My brother and I were going on a road trip.  Twelve months of mapping routes and covering the iconic trails of our dreams.  While I was planning he was preparing our ride, an old Johnston truck, for the trip.


The dilapidated truck overrun by vegetation was a reminder of how people had laughed at us. 

“Relax,” he said, “When you start a huge, foolish project like Noah, it makes absolutely no difference what people think.”

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Written for 
Friday Fictioneers. Word Count : 100

 When Rochelle provided a spark from Hafiz, I felt maybe this week was a good time to use Sufi poetry for inspiration.  For better or verse My choice was Rumi.  
And after posting it here, I decided to make some little tweaks so that it's clear who says the final sentence.

Saturday, August 16, 2014

Laughter and Sorrow

Copyright Jan Wayne Fields
Grandad often reminisced about his elder brother, a man whose laughter could fill a room and spread contagiously amongst his audience. 

Born to the wealthy landed gentry he flitted through life charming everyone he met.  Ever the prankster they still talk about the day he flew a pair of underpants on the Town Hall’s mast head. 

Yet behind the bluster hid a man troubled by demons within.  Later while his face crinkled in a wry smile the sorrow would flirt at the edges.  Till one day he locked himself in the study and shut the door on his life forever. 

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Written for 
Friday Fictioneers. Word Count : 100


 With the events of this past week I have a feeling that this episode of the Fictioneers might have a similar theme running through it.  The black dog visits some of us and they need all the help and support that we can give them.
 
R.I.P Robin Williams! It's hard to pay an adequate tribute to an artiste who gave us so much. 

 

Wednesday, August 06, 2014

A Fine State of Affairs

Copyright-Björn Rudberg


Contrary to popular legend it wasn’t a Prince who first discovered a path to Sleeping Beauty’s castle

Council records indicate many bailiffs had been sent to the King’s last known address.  Of which three were eaten by Ogres, five turned to toads and two preyed upon by the big bad wolf.

It was Tom who finally served the castle a notice under ‘Sec. 41 -1 0.4 Clearing of weeds, garbage and waste from property.’ 


He was the first to go though the jungle, the vast trees and the entwined bushes and brambles.  The fine remained unpaid for another ninety-nine years.


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Written for 
Friday Fictioneers. Word Count : 100


Ok so it's back to the silly season for this week.  Maybe the music will make it better.


Wednesday, July 30, 2014

Motherland

PHOTO PROMPT- Copyright Rochelle Wisoff-Fields


I see the ground slipping away as we ascend. Terra Firma the solid earth; firm ground, far below.

The land that shaped me, the one that tugs the heartstrings, Motherland. I see rivers, towns, and the vastness of its uninhabited stretches. I feel it within myself through the blood coursing through my veins, whispering, “we made you”.

Leaving behind a part of me, and the family ties that bind. Soon I will be soaring through the sky, the land a distant memory away. Till my destination draws near and I see the land that defines me now welcoming me home.

Written for Friday Fictioneers. Word Count : 100

Initially I was going to be lazy and use an extract from this The Blue Sky but then decided to do some work instead.

Saturday, July 26, 2014

Hot Sauce

PHOTO PROMPT Copyright – Marie Gail Stratford


Our school’s groundsman Patrick was a straight meat and two veg man.  In the years before he retired I never saw him venture outside the confines of his traditional fare.

So when I bumped into him at the local Asian grocery store, I expressed my surprise.

“The wife wanted to get some ingredients for tonight” he sheepishly replied.

Wife? The bachelor boy had succumbed to the charms of a young Asian bride.

I glimpsed our old librarian Miss Wordsworth.  What a bit of gossip to tell her.

“Yes, Miss Wo.., er, Emily and I got married last month” he gushed.


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Written for Friday Fictioneers. Word Count : 100

A photo prompt of my favourite sauce and I nearly didn't write a blog entry this week.  Writing motivation is a separate story in itself.  Actually the Siricha Sauce was in the news recently but I decided to go another way.