Monday, November 4, 2013

BLANK SLATE


According to the Celtic astrology chart, I was Reed, the hound and owl, my totems. My ogham was  ///. My stone was jasper, my color, salmon. I laughed at fate. But I began to dream of blood-red stones bleeding into the marsh. The owl and hound alternated a chorus of hue and cry. Arrows dipped in yew berries. Bog bodies, murdered in triplicate, still dreamed of escape. Distant salmon returned home. Rare coinage of wisdom and knowledge—squandered.



11.4.2013  75 words
rev 11.5



Flashnano Day 4: Write a story that is exactly 75 words long

Nov. 4: This is not what I meant to say

Take the phrase “(blank) Sheet,” replace the blank with a word or phrase, make the new phrase the title of your poem, and then write the poem.


FIRST DRAFT: I had to download this chart in order to read it. I am Reed, the hound and owl are my totems. My ogham is /// (with a strikethru bar in the middle). My color is salmon red (clearly I was born in the wrong month—I don't DO orange), my stone is jasper. I can live with that.

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