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Thursday, October 29, 2015

Thursday's Trauma Under The Porch Light

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I could not move the blue line the computer placed although pleasant I do think blue should be in the skies, children's eyes and Morning Glories.

It was a perfect day to meander through the heavy underbrush and over the mossy glade searching for the perfect material to craft a Halloween Wreath.  The air was heavy with humidity and made the going slow but not less pleasant.

Running out of sun light quickly replaced with moonlight this time of year.  The cooler air gave me a shiver cool enough to wrap my sweater tighter and make sure the house was still in sight.

The crematorium smoked in the distance but I gave no thought of what was happening there.  My Bluetooth was visiting Bon Jovi from my youth and not even martial law was stopping that. 

"Wanted Dead or Alive" echoed.  I remembered beads, old robes, and justice demanded by the times.

Justice awaited the rodent who had continually stored away the pecans for winter.  Cast iron frying pan justice! I had captured his theft on a flimsy camera and this time he would not escape.  Pecan flavored squirrel, wonder how that would taste?  I carefully took aim.
I used every word!
Thanks for the fun prompt
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Wednesday, May 6, 2015

Hell On The Border

Judge Isaac C. Parker was the famous hanging judge of Arkansas from 1875 to 1896.  Of the 160 (156 men and four women) he sentenced to death by hanging, seventy-six were actually hanged during his time on the bench. These are the gallows and how they look today.
The Hanging Judge

The gallows called to outlaws
as they walked before the judge
He took no quarter
did what he did and judged.
With quicksilver
judgement
 his wooden gavel banged
It was quite irregular
to not be hanged.
If you didn't meet the gallows
to wear the hanged man's tie
You might become invisible
If you really tried.
Not bad for twenty-seven years
Three hundred forty-four capitol cases
Only seventy-six were hanged
creeping tears weren't uncommon 
on the bad guys' faces

For Delores's Wednesday's Words

Wednesday's Words

from Under The Porch Light.  Today she gave us two sets of six words to inspire our creativity and include them in a creative work of sorts.  I thought, why not?  Then I couldn't just use six!  I had to include them all.  I don't follow instructions well. Thanks, Delores, for the fun prompt.
PRAYING FOR A HERO

Creeping
invisible
with an impending
sense of
gallows doom

One silver tear
sliding down
merely a flicker
across her chiseled face
beauty unmarred

Quieting
irregular breathing
she scanned the desolate
arid landscape
expecting trouble

Praying for a hero
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