NaPoWriMo 2016: Poem – Family Portrait – Tanka – ” The Wedding” 


  

And now, our daily (optional) prompt. Today, I challenge you to write a poem that takes the form of a family portrait. You could write, for example, a stanza for each member of your family. You could also find an actual snapshot of your family and write a poem about it, spending a little bit of time on each person in the picture. You don’t need to observe any particular form or meter. Happy writing!

For more information please see NaPoWrIMo

—–

Mother in your dress,

Wedding gown of creamy lace,

Fit your thin curves well,

Face so young at twenty-one,

What did you see before you?

—–

Father in your curling,

Dirty-blond hair and mustache,

Green-eyes bright seeing,

Mother in her bridal lace,

A dress she sewed by her hands.

—–

Father in your tan suit,

Both brothers with you watching,

Began life with bride,

Flaring legs on trouser pants,

Shoes providing more height.

—–

Uncles and bestman —

Attired, grinning happy.

Brown sunglasses big,

A picture of all of you,

Three brothers, now just two.

—–

Bridesmaids in long —

Burgundy dresses were sewn,

Colour flattering,

Blond hair, curls, and smiles wide.

Enchanting bride, outdoes them.

——

Groom smiling wide-eyed,

Seeing his new wife signing,

Papers that declare,

Wife and Husband wedded bliss.

Knowing not yet, who they’ll become.

—–

Dinner, no dance.

Can’t offend the relatives.

So, young to be wed.

I guess they knew at that party.

And after three-years dating.

—-

Time enough had passed,

It was time to begin life,

First, a little dog,

Then a fetus who had died.

Then a daughter and two-sons.

—-

Not to say it was,

A fairytale, the wise know —

Happily ever after,

Is a farce, lacks the small things.

Life is how it is each day.

——

©Mandibelle16. (2016) All Rights Reserved.

NaPoWriMo 2016: Poem – Family Portrait – Tanka – ” The Wedding” 


  

And now, our daily (optional) prompt. Today, I challenge you to write a poem that takes the form of a family portrait. You could write, for example, a stanza for each member of your family. You could also find an actual snapshot of your family and write a poem about it, spending a little bit of time on each person in the picture. You don’t need to observe any particular form or meter. Happy writing!

For more information please see NaPoWrIMo

—–

Mother in your dress,

Wedding gown of creamy lace,

Fit your thin curves well,

Face so young at twenty-one,

What did you see before you?

—–

Father in your curling,

Dirty-blond hair and mustache,

Green-eyes bright seeing,

Mother in her bridal lace,

A dress she sewed by her hands.

—–

Father in your tan suit,

Both brothers with you watching,

Began life with bride,

Flaring legs on trouser pants,

Shoes providing more height.

—–

Uncles and bestman —

Attired, grinning happy.

Brown sunglasses big,

A picture of all of you,

Three brothers, now just two.

—–

Bridesmaids in long —

Burgundy dresses were sewn,

Colour flattering,

Blond hair, curls, and smiles wide.

Enchanting bride, outdoes them.

——

Groom smiling wide-eyed,

Seeing his new wife signing,

Papers that declare,

Wife and Husband wedded bliss.

Knowing not yet, who they’ll become.

—–

Dinner, no dance.

Can’t offend the relatives.

So, young to be wed.

I guess they knew at that party.

And after three-years dating.

—-

Time enough had passed,

It was time to begin life,

First, a little dog,

Then a fetus who had died.

Then a daughter and two-sons.

—-

Not to say it was,

A fairytale, the wise know —

Happily ever after,

Is a farce, lacks the small things.

Life is how it is each day.

——

©Mandibelle16. (2016)All Rights Reserved.

Sunday Photo Fiction: Gram’s House


” Look what I found?” Tia cried, from her Grandmother Ida’s attic.

“What? I can’t believe people use to ride bikes like this, talk about instability” Shauna replied.”What are you doing up in Grandma and Grandpa’s old attic anyways?”

” I was just look in’ around” said Tia, “I love to see Grams but she’s ninety-three and starts to repeat herself after a couple hours. Glad you came with me this time, where is Grams anyways?”

” Taking a nap in her room,” Shauna replied, “She’s doing really well for her age. I think that bike has got to be older then Grams, it must have belonged to her Grandparents or something.”

“It seems pretty sturdy, the pedals still turn, and nothing is rusty. I think we should take it down to the front of the house and ride it. I don’t think Gram’s would mind.”

” Okay,” Shauna said and both sisters managed to maneuver the bike downstairs to the front drive. Shauna helped Tia up on the bike and held a hand to her sister’s back. 

Suddenly, there was a buzzing sound and a flash of light. Both sisters blinked in wonder to see their Grandmother’s house not in it’s dilapidated state but painted white with blue trim.They examined their clothes, shocked to find themselves in 1930’s dresses. A woman came out of the house and put her hands on her hips. 

” Who might you be? ” cried the young woman, “I’m Ida Sinclair and what are you doing with my Great Uncle’s bike.” Shauna and Tia were flabbergasted.  Somehow they’d gone back in time to when their Grams was a young woman. 

” Well” Tia replied, “that’s hard to explain, but we’re relatives who have come for a visit. . .”

“You talk strange,” said Ida, ” But I guess you can come in for tea, and tell me all about yourselves. I do seem to remember you two from somewhere.” Tia and Shauna carefully, put the bike in the front yard and went to join their young Gram for tea.

” We’re going to need that bike to get back later,” Shauna said. 

“No, I don’t think we’re going back Shauna,” Tia shrieked, as the bike disappeared before their eyes.

  
Thanks to Alistair Forbes for hosting!