For OctPoWriMo Day 23 the Prompt is on the Greek Mythology tale of Iris the Godess or Rainbows and Arke her twin sister and what is the message of their tale. I’m combining this with the Tale Weavers prompt making sense of nonsense, using the nonsensical word cloppsright from Michael of MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie.
“A sestina is 39 lines, 6 stanzas with 6 lines each plus a tag. Begin with 6 words of your choice.Take those words and rotate them at the ends of your stanzas. They rotate in a round with the last word of the last line being the last word of the first line in the next stanza. Your lines can be any length, though it just looks nicer if they’re quite regular.”
Princess wishing for saving but her mind,
Changes thought after awhile left waiting.
Time goes by and the princess, she contrives —
Better plans to be herself, to fulfill dreams.
Caring not if Prince Charming’s attractive,
She drugs the dragon, starts ever-after.
In boy’s clothes, leaves for her ever-after,
Princess shunning a dusty castle mind —
Focused on the path past the moat, awaits,
Challenges, aspirations, contriving —
And listing, all she desires to do, dreams —
A life that is hers, no dull prince, unattractive.
She swims easily through water not attracting —
Guard who had watched her forever-after.
She climbs past the moat, into sunshine, mind —
Reeling at the brightness of dawn; she’s waiting,
To slip into the forest contriving —
Survival though sheltered, planning her dreams.
Who should come to ruin her heartfelt, desired dreams?
But a mean grumpy prince so unattractive —
Manners, pretty, not her ever-after —
She kicks fragile parts; she has a sharp mind —
Laughing, runs to whatever in life awaits,
Inexperienced but smart, she contrives —
Her new life, with hidden coins she contrives —
To buy a home, train for job of dreams.
Countryhome and teaching school, sounds attractive,
Her imagination’s wild ever-after,
It’s the person she is, needs no prince, minds —
Respecting him — an awful fate waiting,
Though the dumb prince chases her, she’s waiting —
Min peered at the downpour outside her front window. The rain added to the river’s violent movements beneath her house.
When she and her son, Sam had moved here, Min hadn’t thought the river below them was dangerous. She’d believed the quiet river had brought her serenity. It’s gentle babble once opened Min’s mind to dreaming.
However, later that night the river water was at the bottom of Min’s house. She groaned when water began trickling in over the wood floor and carpets.
“We have to leave now,” Min told Sam, “The water keeps climbing and if we leave it too long we’ll be trapped on the roof.”
Sam tried his mom’s cellphone. “The cell towers are down so we can’t even call for help. We shouldn’t have stayed, Mom. We should’ve left days ago.”
Min rubbed Sam’s shoulder before they both grabbed their pre-packed bags rushing out the front door. They had no choice but to wade through water that was hip deep. They sloshed down the bridge/walkway created between all the house’s built above the river.
When Min and Sam had reached higher ground away from their neighborhood, they sighed collapsing on cots in a school where some of the city’s refugees had began gathering. The river water had been up to Min and Sam’s neck before they had been able to climb uphill, away from the bridge.
Thank God they had taken the opportunity to leave when they did. Having a moment to spare Min stepped outside and prayed her thanks beneath the open sky and endless rain.