Sunday, June 1, 2014

Math, history, geography: 55 words

Over at the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, my friend Hedgewitch has insisted that the Flash 55 challenge produce exactly, precisely 55 words, no more, no less: a challenge within a challenge, for me. Last time, I believe I managed 54 words, but I tried to do better this time. Count carefully, Kay, I muttered, et voilá, it's 55 words. Some even rhyme.

Uh-oh, I just noticed Hedge says it is Flash Fiction 55, but mine isn't exactly fictitious. O well, can't win 'em all, and all that.
Next month, Flash 55 will be hosted by one of Hedge's cohorts, either Mama Zen or Fireblossom, whoever comes first.

Mule Deer
when I was fifty-five,
finding myself still alive,
I thought I might strive
for something new.
what did I do?
I left all I knew:
(having packed up everything
that was worth taking)
then made my way
across the Rockies
to the place where the deer
and the antelope play.
(written today,
by Kay)

Pronghorn Antelope

Photos by
Richard Schear


Helen said...

Kay, your 55 is delightful!

Susan said...

I'm so glad you did!

Anonymous said...

and you are quite a dear :) ~

Suzy said...

Loved your poem. There comes a turning point in everyone's life. What a nice one you had.

Yamini MacLean said...

Hari OM
...and now you leave us wondering... YAM xx

hedgewitch said...

No worries on the fictional aspect, Kay. I'm happy you were able to tell a clear and entertaining story in 55 words. Mine aren't usually fiction, either. Thanks for counting.

Björn Rudberg said...

Kay... leaving it all and find a new place.. daring but reviving.. .your use of rhymes is almost worthy of a rap-artist...

Kerry O'Connor said...

Seems like you made a very good life choice.