My haiku in response to the Daily Prompt Expectation
Far overhead invisible monkeys chatter, showering them with droplets. Parakeets fly screeching parabolas in green gloom, iridescent feathers flashing through watery sunbeams, between venerable trunks dripping with creepers. Huge glistening ferns shroud a furious tangle of greenery carpeting the forest floor. Distant roars remind them of big beasts in search of blood. Here and there pools bubble and steam, magical cauldrons of fresh life to replace the dying.
“It’s all so … ”
“Oh yes! How clever of you!”
“Not really. It’s up there.”
The sign read: Thank you for visiting Lush World Incorporated. Contributions invested in our next geothermal dome.
When they took off his blindfold he was surrounded by cloaked and hooded figures within a moonlit woodland glade. One who held a finely-carved staff began to speak.
“Know ye the secret?”
“I do,” he heard himself saying.
“Repeat it here.”
“Don’t get it right, get it written.”
The staff became an ornate pen which he accepted gratefully.
“Welcome to the Craft!”
He found himself lying on his desk, the old ballpoint still in his hand. All a dream, then, and his sheet of paper still as white as virgin snow!
He set off across it like a man inspired.
Image: MC D’alton
Trying and failing to resist a double whammy of jet-lag and sleep deprivation – it seems like only the young fall asleep easily on long-haul flights in economy class! Will catch up on what other people have been posting when I recover …
In the meantime here’s a quick acrostic response to the current Daily Prompt which is, er, Resist.
E ach label they try to
S lap on you and
I nstead become
S omebody who can
T ick every box.
This wonderful little film captures the idea much better than I can:
Do nothing, they said, the world is a maze of mutual interlocking where one leads to another and no case resembles the next.
She pushed open the glass door and found everyone for themselves and devil take the hindmost. The rich affected shibboleths of spurious grace and dubious favour while the poor were the same everywhere.
Do nothing for anyone, they said, for each must rise or fall by their own undoings to prove victors have merit. Our human race is less a family than a mad dash to safety.
Ah, let them call her Simple and lock her away …
we had a dream
but the king is dead
so what does this mean
for the times we have bled
upon a time
our story was clear
but now our future
is harder to hear
where do we look
for the things unseen
do we search for the good
or settle for the mean
do we press the question
or go with the flow
take what comes
and never know
if all we had hoped for
would end in our Devastation