Little Red

Little Red

Lenny is a 12 year old girl living in NYC. Her mom is an attorney and her dad is deployed as a soldier in the army. She really has a great life. She takes lessons twice a week at a stable where she’s finally ready to start competing in the novice class. Her best friend, Masie, also takes lessons at the same stable. She gets good grades and is generally a happy kid.

Lenny’s mom gets the case of a lifetime. Masie moves away with her family to take care of her grandmother who has cancer. Her dad still has another 3 years over seas. Lenny is sent to stay with her Uncle, Pal. He lives in Tempe, AZ

It’s too hot. It’s too weird. The only good thing is that it seems like everyone in the neighborhood has a horse. The kids in the neighborhood ride “Western” though. She makes a few friends and she gets to spend some time with the horses, but really tries not to get too attached, after all she’s going home soon.

Summer starts to come to a close, and as she prepares to return home, her mom’s case is just not getting close to being resolved. Lenny has the choice of coming home or spending a year with Pal. When Pal comes home with a scrawny, mean, old, little red horse, Lenny decides to stay, for little red.

Lenny spends every day after school with Little Red. She works on gaining trust, etc. For Christmas she only wants a saddle. Pal puts one under the tree. It’s a western saddle.

Lenny adapts. She goes riding with her new friends, she even starts riding in some of the gymkhanas. When she turns 13, in April, her mom wins the case and takes some time off to come see her.  When mom meets Little Red, she’s at first shocked, and dismayed about the western riding but is happy that Lenny is doing well. Mom tells Lenny that she is moving back to NYC just as soon as the school year ends. When Lenny asks if Little Red can come, the answer is no. Lenny is heartbroken, of course.

Lenny returns to NYC, school starts up and she returns to the stable. It isn’t the same anymore. She doesn’t want to jump, she doesn’t like the tall horses, and she doesn’t like the jumping saddle anymore. She tries out the western program at the school, but learns it isn’t about the discipline either – it’s about Little Red. She really misses the little horse. She continues with the lessons but only half heartedly.

Just before Christmas break, Pal calls and says that Little Red seems to be sick. He assured Lenny that a vet has been scheduled and he’s sure she’ll be ok. Lenny begs to come for the school break and everyone agrees. Pal doesn’t even get all the way up the driveway before Lenny is jumping out of the car to run to the pasture to see Little Red. The old mare seemed to recover some the first few days Lenny was there but Christmas morning, after a cold storm over night, Little Red seems to be sick again. The vets prescribe antibiotics and hand walking 3x a day. Little Red seems to be on the road to recovery and Lenny has to get back to NY before school starts.

Two days later she is on a plane home. Lenny returns to school, and to the stables. Lenny continues to worry about Little Red. The stable she takes lessons at has started up a new competition for the year. They are going to do some western trail classes along with their traditional English courses. Lenny has asked if she could join in. She is given the opportunity to ride and she prepares for the first competition in two weeks. The Thursday before the competition, the horse she was going to ride is said to be lame. The stable owner asks Lenny to go get the new horse in stall 7, she could try that one today, and hopefully it will work out. As Lenny grabs a halter from the tack room she notices a ratty old saddle that looks similiar to the one she has in Arizona for Little Red. Her heart pangs a bit missing her little mare and then heads over to the stall. She approaches looks into the stall, the horse’s owner leading over the stall wall. Lenny begs pardon and the guy steps backwards to let her pass. Lenny sees that it’s her DAD! After tears and hugs he asks “Don’t you have a lesson…? ” Lenny, crying, goes to get the horse in the stall and sees that it is Little Red.

OctPoWriMo 19 – Synchronicity: Present

OctPoWriMo 19 – Synchronicity: Present

Description: http://www.shadowpoetry.com/resources/wip/synchronicity.html. “Synchronicity” (The state or fact of being synchronous or simultaneous; synchronism. Coincidence of events that seem to be meaningfully related.). This form consists of eight three-line stanzas in a syllable pattern of 8/8/2. This poetry type has no rhyme and is written in the first person with a twist. The twist is to be revealed within the last two stanzas. Created by Debra Gundy.

Prompt: Todays prompts are about being in the present. Write for ten minutes about the sounds, sights, and scents around you. Dig deep and use words you don’t regularly use.

The old dog dreams, legs in rhythmic
Strides, chasing balls, sticks, jumping through
the lake.

The young dog whines, always needs
Attention, interaction, praise,
a kiss.

The middle aged cat weaves through my
legs, begging for sweet chunks of meat 
in sauce

Outside the chickens cluck for grain
Clucking and calling at the door
hen pecked

The horses nicker and whinny
Demand the hay, grain and carrot's
arrival

Rays of sun blocked by blackout drapes 
Time perceived to stand still by the
dark room

~~~ * ~~~

The meeting closes, eyes adjust
Standing to relieve the pressure
back aches

For a moment I'm included
A scratch on the ear, a kiss
on the nose. 

OctPoWriMo 17 – ABC Poem: Magic

OctPoWriMo 17 – ABC Poem: Magic

Magic in your day

Alarming bleating into slow wakefulness as the sun
Begins the day, before
Coffee's auto-brew aroma  
Dreams still whisper quietly
Ethereally of nymphs weaving
Flowers into crowns for the 
Gnomes lazily fishing under bridges
Hinged wide open, allowing passage,  
Industry floating past, ripples pulse
Joules against the shoreline
Kappa watermills churn irrigation to cucumber hills
Lacing the water's edge, and
Milling stolen corn during the 
Night. 
Orange streaks in the sky
Paint the desert sands,
Quail call out to their young,
Rattles heard loud from
Sunning snakes, 
The heat grows, the dawn is now morning
Usurping the sweet darkness the alarm bleats again
Violently increasing, waving, screaming, 
Winding through fading oxen herds,
Xenoliths break, fall and bound, screech against the earth
Yak's prairie melodies turn to barking dogs until I'm
Zapped awake into morning's promise of duty and obligation
OctPoWriMo 16 – Mirrored Refrain: Inside Out, Upside down

OctPoWriMo 16 – Mirrored Refrain: Inside Out, Upside down

INCOMPLETE

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Prompt:  When we were kids we were told to color the objects the colors they are supposed to be; sky is blue, grass is green and so on. This prompt is about turning things inside out and upside down. Painting the sky purple, the grass pink and everything else any darn color you want. Allow yourself to get creative, paint a scene with your words, turn the world inside out. Write for ten minutes describing what your world looks like if it were inside out and upside down. 

If my world was upside down … I would not share my life with horses, dogs, chickens, I would not live in the “country”. I’d not have rode motorcycles, I’d not work in an “office” environment. My life is tan, beige, brown, dust, gray, glass and smells of electric. If it were upside down … would I live in an apartment, would I have a fish tank, would I … would I ….

What my day really is like:
Up with dawning light before the striking heat
The sun fades everything to beige and clay
Too bright to see for long
The begins when others sleep

Too



Winter snow of gold and 
OctPoWriMo 15 – Prose: Perspective

OctPoWriMo 15 – Prose: Perspective

Description: Prose – follows fragmentation, rhyming, etc. of typical poetry forms.

Prompt: Think of a challenging life issue (food/diet/addiction), make a list of 3 life stages (waking, napping, bedtime), a book a movie a song (American Gods, Avatar, Uptown Girl), 3 body parts (Patella, fingernail, eyebrow). Use these to find a perspective on the life issue. I did not succeed the first push through this, it is included below, but I want to try again.

Perspective1: looking at food at bedtime while listening to Uptown Girl picking at my fingernails …

Perspective2: napping after binging, falling asleep listening to American Gods feeling the pain in my knees and wishing I could get a grasp on my addiction

Perspective3: bedtime, pulling at my eyebrows in contemplation of my food choices throughout the day while the movie Avatar plays in the background to lull me to sleep

Fingering my brows, thick course, needing a trim, weaving through worth thoughts, of bedtime snacks, of midday chains to stay me at my desk, to work, to drone, to hate – to accomplish – to get paid. “You don’t thank” admonishments penetrate deep, the tv too loud, the movie too honest, words echo through the air conditioning, into my guilt, choices bleat against my body still representative of the years of failure, of weakness, of desire, of excuses, of blame, of habit. I’m strong, I’m smart, I can, I do, and I’m weak, wanting to suckle on a spoon of peanut butter. I hate my day of good choices, ruined by one gluttonous desire, drawn like the moth to flame, the bee to honey, the fly to crap, the mob to violence, the me to food.

OctPoWriMo 14 – Cascade: Truth

OctPoWriMo 14 – Cascade: Truth

Description: http://www.shadowpoetry.com/resources/wip/cascade.html
Repetition scheme: 1st line of verse 1 becomes last line of verse 2, 2nd line of verse one becomes last line of verse three, 3rd line of verse one becomes last line of verse four, etc

Prompt: Sometimes truth is the hardest thing to face, especially when you take a moment to examine YOUR truth. What you see or believe may be very different from what that means to another person, but that’s the beauty of it all. Your truth makes you unique. It can give you strength or challenge you to face situations or beliefs which may be painful or filled with sorrow. It can bring great joy or supreme satisfaction. 

Take some time to think about your truth. Where do your thoughts lead? Are there particular images or memories this truth conjures? Was it something you felt the need to defend or was it that something that fortified you in times of need? Your truth is a part of your being. Introduce us to him/her.

Drawn higher by ambition's lust
Crave ascension
Lack of qualification

Ladder of opportunity
Tasered by each rung
Drawn higher by ambition's lust

Lured, ensnared, baited, 
Imprisoned by vesting compensation
Crave ascension 

Truth dreamt and earned
Proven by achievement, no
Lack of qualification
OctPoWriMo 13 – Oddquain : Outside the Box

OctPoWriMo 13 – Oddquain : Outside the Box

Description: http://www.shadowpoetry.com/resources/wip/oddquain.html

Prompt: http://www.octpowrimo.com/2020/10/octpowrimo-day-13-outside-box.html

“Thinking outside the box’ is ridiculous nonsense, since whatever you can do in a ‘box’ or closed environment is not ‘thinking’.” ― Martinus Hendrikus Benders

“Boxes are for objects, not humans.” ― Abhijit Naskar

What kind of box holds you? Is it one of your own making, or did others trap you there? What will it take to break free? If you’ve already broken free, what helped you do so?

The boxes that hold us can be many things: work, gender, clothing, sexuality, family, religion, etc. Boxes can be so comfortable that coming out is terrifying and even painful sometimes. But the freedom is usually worth it.

Word Prompts: Chains, Freedom, Breakthrough, Open mind, Flight


Cloyed
Held inside
Suffocating me
Tearing, Ripping, Freeing scream
Breathe

OctPoWriMo 11 – Didactic : Muse

OctPoWriMo 11 – Didactic : Muse

Description: http://www.shadowpoetry.com/resources/wip/didactic.html

Let go conformity
Sanity tightly grasped
To find your muse
Be prepared to lose

Close your eyes
Breath in deep
Feel the color of her cape
Exhale, let her escape

One more deep breath
Taste her energy
Chilled flesh lets you know your close
Give in to the creative dose

Tingles through your toes and fingers
Open your heart, free your soul
Let go of your stave
Embrace her demiurgic cave.