Resurrection CRLC Challenge

th.jpegCharli’s prompt to use the phrase ‘shield your face’ follows her post about shields in this ongoing pandemic. Responses will likely implicitly or explicitly reflect current events.

Anne Goodwin has written a few posts about the impact of the pandemic on our reading and writing as well as general outlook.

Maybe Charli and Anne’s debate on pessimism and denial continues their past discussions on the hero’s journey.

We are all in caves right now. The prompt led me underground. Dark yes, but consider that a daffodil’s emergence into the light depends on its time in the dark.

Happy Easter.

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The beauty that Narcissus wore like a mask caused such pain.

Would it have made a difference had the blind seer told Narcissus to shield his face?

It might have to those who loved him blindly. Enamored of his countenance but scorned by his narrow heart, Echo lost her self, could only voice others’ words.

Narcissus was most lost of all, never knowing himself, not even when he finally viewed his own likeness.

Unless Narcissus reflected at that shallow pool; maybe he did not perish of thirst and longing as is told. Dark and light mirror. Beauty refracts depths.



Demeter wondered should she have warned her daughter to shield her face, hide her beauty? But Hades was already smitten. As Persephone bent to pick a narcissus flower, the Earth split and the maiden was taken below.

As queen of the Underworld, Persephone enjoyed welcoming new arrivals. She was torn with desire for her mother’s green world and this dark world of Hades, her husband; she could not shield her sadness from him. Lips blood red from the pomegranate seeds, Persephone returned, bringing life and light up from the depths of the Earth. Each winter she renews her vows.




April 9, 2020, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story that declares, shield your face. It can be a knight of old, a doctor, or a senior citizen. What is the circumstance? Who makes the declaration? Go where the prompt leads!

Condition #sixsentencestory

six sentence story copyThe weeks just fly by, don’t they? Do you paint them by number too? Week Four for me, but it is time again for the latest Six Sentence Story entries. The rules are simple; include the prompt word “identity” or some form of it and write six sentences. The link is made available Wednesday evenings by Denise of  GirlieOntheEdge. Simple fun.

Condition, D. Avery

Arrival at the strange planet imminent, they were urged to come to a decision soon, were assured again how it wasn’t so much assuming or displacing another being’s identity, but was a temporary but necessary integration.

They were pleased with the explanation that they would have the full experience of the life form they chose, would have access to its memories and also its potential.

But when finally they shared their choice, they were told not to occupy a whale.

Why, they wondered; weren’t they required to incorporate a life form both intelligent and empathic?

They were reminded that they were meant to choose from among the human life forms.

They were confused by these contradictory orders.


Neither Closed nor Cancelled d’Verse quadrille # 101

dverselogoD’Verse Pub for poets is open! WhimsyGizmo is pouring, and has tasked poets with penning a poem of precisely 44 words that include some form of the word close and its pronunciations. This is what came to mind. It’s just plain silly, and why not.


Foregone Conclusion

Windows I like to leave _______

Please don’t shut the front door

Open up hearts and let hope in

Expressed with words just forty-_____

You’ll deduce the words that are missing,

can guess how this quadrille _____

Fill in blanks and complete the cloze.

Saddle Up Saloon; Bar Hire

Bar’s open at Carrot Ranch. Come by for tips and takeaways from author Anne Goodwin.

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“Well howdy, Ma’am. Welcome ta the Saddle Up Saloon. Ma name’s Pal O’ Round, an’ you must be here about the job interview.”

“Job interview? No, I—”

“What we need aroun’ here is someone with a varied skillset, kin do lotsa diff’rent things. Fer instance, say a light bulb needed changin’. Would ya be able ta change it?”

“I could try, but the light bulb would have to truly desire change. You see, I’m a psychologist.”

“I don’t see whut bein’ a cyclist has ta do with anythin’. Lotta folks aroun’ here ride hosses, but all types is welcome, an’ it seems ta keep ya fit, so if ya wanna spin yer wheels, thet’s fine.”

“Psychologist, not cyclist! I was both, but I haven’t cycled since my bike was nicked and I haven’t psychologised officially for ten years. But, like riding a bike, you never completely forget how to do…

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square-template18.pngIt’s time again for the 99 word challenge from Carrot Ranch. The April 2, 2020, prompt? In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story that includes pizza. It can be an original pizza pie (or slice) or something pizza-like. Go where the prompt leads!

I had already been thinking of the date when I saw the challenge.


Your son-in-law brought pizzas up. Some of us ate at the cluttered table, some sat cheek to cheek on the sofa that would be my bed. Your grandchildren clambered or were passed around your crowded apartment, one teething on a crust.

I retold our stories; for you, but also your family.

We took turns lying with you, that even in your sleep, fitful as the late spring snow, you felt us near.

You wouldn’t die alone.


spring veiled gray mourning

rain raked windows rattle cold

shrill and sharp wind keens

unsettled birds fly scattered

like everything we once knew