Meg Sefton's Blog, page 60
October 18, 2019
legend
SW Decatur MI Industry Farming, Don the UpNorth Memories Guy, flickr
A strict Lutheran from Slovakia wanted a pure farm life for his family. He purchased land to grow celery in what is now known as Oviedo, Florida. According to legend, both laughter and wailing of ghost children can be heard in the neighborhoods where once lived the righteous migrant family.
October 16, 2019
overgrown
leaf and fly by Kristina, flickr
On holidays, when memories are persistent and overgrown, ghosts descend on Dementia Retirement Village where residents remember happier times. On the simulated town square, Ms. Annie speaks of a lover never returned from war. She does not speak of her childrens’ father. They are unhappy; she, oblivious, free.
October 15, 2019
ash
Snow kiss by Thomas Ricker, Flickr
When the world explodes at last where will we be: In a rain of wedding rice ash, the taste of it on our lips when we kiss? Or burnt in the tumult, our bitter angers, hearts of flesh turned stone?
dragon
Dragon photo by Ville Miettinen, flickr
When Daddy went to prison, a white dragon appeared. “Climb on my back,” he said. My mother was sleeping with another man. I felt the sad on the dragon’s skin. So much breath rushed through, maybe tears. I cried as we flew, yellow moon, inky night.
October 13, 2019
snow
Ice Hotel 2015, Louise Leclerc, flickr
It was said global warming caused the global freeze as warm waters interrupted currents. The world was turning to frozen earth and snow, the sea, frozen water. My parents, desperate to feed us with quickly draining resources, sold me to a talent collector. I was to help build Ice City.
pattern
Going down the Shiplock, noeltock, flickr
Dear sister, Since they sent you and mother away to Labour Camp and flooded our ancient city to create a dam, destroying our relics and history, a pattern has emerged in the dark water: The ridges of a monster’s back, a swirl of massive bubbles, a powerful, long tail.
October 9, 2019
swing
the witch by PokemonaDeChroma, flickr
On All Hallows’, witches swing on electric currents like ballooning spiders, shifting from place to place, their belongings on their backs – potions, books of spells, cats – riding their besom brooms. At gatherings, the thinning veil and a ritual incantation, a single candle in the night, allows their company with spirits.
October 8, 2019
frail
solitude and a chair, Zach McCormick, flickr
It started happening at her most frail moment in the chemo ward, the drip in her arm dosing her into semi-consciousness: The flickering lights, the unfurling of a dark presence in the hallway, bony finger beckoning. One day, she stood apart from herself and joined the darkness, floating, cold.
October 6, 2019
enchanted
Aaron Visuals, Unsplash
Harvest moon, mousy witch Nettie and her little dog, both donned in black, scamper up the hill to Temple, not for services, but for gravesites. Enchanted, corpses rise. Old Mrs. Stein, offers a finger to the little beast. Next day her daughter discovers her mother’s ring by the grave.
October 5, 2019
husky
revive by fady habib, flickr
Her incisors puncture his flesh. Her husky grunting is a wild animal’s. He feels blood coursing, smells iron. After, she covers her blood chin with a veil. He, believing in her desire, tries for an embrace. She, polite smile, demurs, sated.
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