An Altar’d State


(a shadorma)

Alone I
stand, looking right…left;
what happened.
How could I have been so wrong
about Mister Right?

P. Wanken


Inspired by
Poetic Asides PAD Challenge prompt #6:
“Left and/or Right”
and posted as Day #3 for the “100 Days of Fall/Winter 2012” challenge.

Summer Break

photo prompt at Flashy Fiction, courtesy L. Kolp


June. Again. For the past 25 years of my adult life I have dreaded yet another “month of love” and the endless weddings that seem to happen for everyone but me. I was looking forward to getting away from it all this year.

After my latest ex-love-interest married last summer, I began to carefully plan my summer break. As a teacher, it meant I could escape for the entire summer if I wanted. I found a great deal on a summer-long rental of a cottage in the UP of Michigan. Far away from friends and family in Indianapolis. I knew no one there and would have no invitations to weddings that I would have to politely accept.

I moved into the cottage on Memorial Day. It was perfect! There were trees all out behind the house, which backed up to a State Park. In front of me, a gorgeous fresh water lake. I knew the water would be cold for most of my stay, but the view was the relaxation factor I was looking for in this escape.

The last few days of May, I did all the settling in activities: going to the grocery store, walking the lake front, and exploring the lush woods of the State Park. I even met a few folks who make their permanent residence along this beautiful lake. I was ready for my first full weekend of summer vacation.

Not quite out of the school-time routine of rising early in the morning, I woke this morning, the first Saturday in June, just as the sun began to break the horizon. I decided that after a steamy cup of coffee I would go for a walk in the park and then enjoy the lake front when the sun was a bit higher in the sky.

Heading out the back door, I had taken only a few steps before I saw a commotion just across the property, in the Park. Donna, one of the older ladies I had met earlier in the week who has lived here for years, was coming up the path. I stopped her to ask what was going on in the park.

“Oh, Hon, didn’t anyone tell you? That spot is one of the local favorites for weddings. It’s reserved every Saturday and Sunday, Memorial Day through Labor Day — rain or shine!”

“No, actually. I didn’t know that – but thanks for the information.”

“Dear, you really do have the best seat in the house!” she called, as she continued on down the path.

There was no possibility of taking a walk that day…or any Saturday or Sunday for the next month.

…sigh… “Gimme a break!”

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Written for the photo and “an excerpt to insert” prompt (“There was no possibility of taking a walk that day.” ~Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte) at Flashy Fiction.

First Dance


shallows of champagne flutes
waited on the happy couple
to burst through the doorway

at last they appear
groom, tall and handsome,
with his bride by his side

a picture of poise and grace,
introduced to those who have gathered,
are the new Mr. & Mrs.

in just a momentary blink
the scene unfolds
behind her eyes

her groom’s feet tangle
in the bolts of fabric
surrounding her hoops

which causes her to topple
as they both drop
to the floor

his gentle but steady hand on her shoulder
brings reality into focus
as she sees the question in his eyes

her hesitation broken,
with a whispered “forgive me”
they begin dancing into their future

P. Wanken

Written for The Sunday Whirl, using the “bakers dozen” prompt of: shoulder, topples, causes, dancing, shallows, feet, broken, forgive, drop, bolt, hoops, gathered, burst. Photo is from flickr.

And a “thanks” to Mike Patrick for editing help! 🙂

Six Word Saturday…7/9/11

Long day. Beautiful wedding. I’m tired!

Got up early today to travel three hours away for my small group leader’s wedding. It was an outdoor wedding (in a gorgeous rose garden), so it was early-ish to try to beat the heat. A long drive to/from the wedding and just being in the heat and I’m tuckered out. Thank goodness for a/c!

written for “Six Word Saturday”…click here to go to Cate’s blog to read other posts.