Sunday Photo Fiction: Still Grins On #amwriting #poetry


Thanks to Alistair Forbes for hosting SPF


Skull
A Mixed Bag

Whose skull was this?

Painted with black,

Pagan man with Celtic designs.

Artwork of black paint done with care.

Celtic chains round the chin,

Eyes the deepest black holes,

Examining his head thinking,

Under every living human head,

Lies bones, a skull.

More chains around his forehead,

Celtic chains connecting what?

Fans of decorations highlighting cheeks,

And lines underneath hollow eyes.

Teeth broken, some full and functional.

But some teeth chipped,

Decayed from no tooth brush or paste?

What artist drew on a human skull?

Had he or she no respect for the dead?

But I think this skull we’ve found,

Designed with detail,

In the middle of the Ireland,

Tells a story of a time long ago,

No saying how gentleman skull died.

If he was sacrificed,

Or passed away from illness,

These decorations seem to tell me,

He died a man of a great respect.

I do know he was not so old,

And someone saw value in his bones,

To delicately, with care, design his skull rare.

Perhaps, frightening away the other dead.

Or with an artists eye,

Giving glory and tribute to this man’s remains.

His skull the most valued,

For there sat his brain, where he thought,

Ruled kindly and wisely, a leader,

Before death took his life.

And the painted skull through time,

Still grins on.


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Sunday Photo Fiction: Fans and Hands 


I was sitting drinking cold tea from Starbucks, when you breezed past me. You were confident, hot, and you had these wonderful long fingered hands.

Some women think hands are a weird turn on but there is in my experience a dash of creativity and independent thinking in a man with long fingers. I like the feel of those hands as a guy holds my smaller hand.  I like it when he tangles his hands in my hair as he kisses me.

But look at me, I am dressed in comfy sweat pants and a long sleeve running shirt. I have my ugly Uggs on. There is little make up on my face.

 I had ran out the door earlier in the morning when my roommate had broken my favourite vase. Although, it was only a cheap touristy vase it had been a gift from my Dad in his travels in China so I treasured it. 

But an unexpected event occurred as I drank my cold tea. As I was eating my last bites of honey Greek yogurt and granola you sat down in front of me. 

” Hi I’m Dustin” you said ” Is it okay if I sit with you?”

“Oh, Um, sure that would be great” I managed to reply. 

” So, you’re  Clair Williams. I have read some of your books, they’re really good.”

” Oh how do you know I write books? Who told you who I am?” I felt defensive suddenly. 

” Just I heard you talking to the Barista guy a few times here about your books. So, I bought and read a couple of your books on my iPad. Your stories are interesting. Thoughtful but at the same time lots happens and they are not too girly.”

” Well thanks” I say ” I’m glad you like them. Not all of them are like that some are for teenagers and some are romance. But thanks for reading the books you did. I can get you signed copies if you like? Anyways, what do you do?”

” Oh, I’m a CA (Chartered Accountant.) I have my own company. It’s precise work but I’m good at it. Say, would like to see a hockey game with me tonight the Winnipeg Jets are playing the Edmonton Oilers. There pretty good seats, behind the benches.”

I shriek and Dustin smiles. He laughs. ” I’ll take that as a yes, Clair .” We exchange phone numbers. He’ll pick me up at 6:30 pm. And I have to remember to bring him signed copies of my latest series of novels. 

I’m ready when he comes I have my favourite Christmas present on, my McDavid Oiler’s Jersey. He is supposed to be playing again tonight after being out injured. I couldn’t help but think this would be a beautiful beginning for Dustin and I. Maybe our luck would help Edmonton win. 

  
Thanks to Alastair Forbes for hosting and for the prompt picture. Happy New Year! 

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