Gion Festival Haiku

giggling girls swirling

yukata adorning them

paper fans in hands

~

gulping down the sweets

sumo-wrestler in Kyoto

the Gion is in flow

~

opened entryways

displayed family heirlooms

take a glance and leave

~

single stroke needed

slashing the rope of desires

begins matsuri

*Written in response of Carpe Diem # 230.

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Frock: A 100 Word Story

Copyright – Janet Webb

The not-so-red, slightly pink frock was hovering in the air and it appeared as if  an invisible girl was clad in it, hung there by the side-railing.

Momma, see that pretty frock,” the girl walking along her mother by the street, pointed towards this piece of cloth.

“It is pretty.”

“I want it,” her eyes glinted with hope.

“I’ll ask dada to get one for you.”

“But I want this one,” she tugged at her mother’s arm, restraining to move any further.

“Don’t whine.”

“But…”

She was pulled up in the arms and taken away, her eyes adorned with tears.

Note:-

This is written in consideration of the Friday Fictioneers writing prompt.

wordle challenge- nude impression

the nude impression

of the sylph,

adorned with

the power of enticing lust

and the beauty of touch;

the incarnation of Aphrodite,

gifted by Persephone;

departing

to the seamless darkness

underground,

away from the world

of somatic tethers,

away from

the blinding light.

Know more about this challenge here:-

http://mindlovemisery.wordpress.com/2013/05/26/prompt-5-wordle-challenge/#comment-5805