NaHaiWriMo (Prompt: fireflies, glow-worms)
Note: “skyglow” is just a pretty word for “light pollution,” or the encroachment of city lights on the natural habitat of fireflies and glow-worms. The ambient light of human civilization interferes with the communication of the males who are trying to find a mate by flashing light in a specific pattern. They only have one mating season in their tiny lives, and it is only a few weeks, so anything that interferes with courtship is a real problem. Add this to the effect of pesticides, herbicides, and deforestation….
Today’s NaPoWriMo prompt is inspired by spring plantings. We are challenged to pick the name of an heirloom seed, and incorporate or use that name to set the theme for our poem. I chose the Molokai Purple Sweet Potato.
My poem is informed by both the beauty and the heartbreak of Molokai.
Molokai is a small, gorgeous island in the State of Hawaii, formed two million years ago by two volcanoes. One of these collapsed into the Pacific, leaving half of the volcano intact to form dramatic cliffs at the edge of the island. At the base of the highest, most impenetrable cliffs, King Kamehameha V established a leper colony in 1866 and exiled thousands of Hawaiians to life imprisonment there.
Molokai is also home to Hawaii’s largest coral reef, a massive and beautiful but endangered species.
Molokai, the mysterious island
Goddess Laka, giving dance and music
teaching hula on the sacred hill Pu’u Nana
handed down through generations
Goddess Hina, giving life to the people
goddess of the moon
goddess of fishermen
Hina, who gave birth to the coral reef
and all spiny ocean creatures
basking in the glory of nature
forests and waterfalls clinging to cliffs
the island’s only dangers
limited to the vagaries of native weather
and the multitude of falling coconuts
Molokai, the forsaken island
the Goddess Hina weeping
the people clamoring
haunted by heartbreak
the ghosts of panic and greed
a colony under the cliffs, where the dead roam
exiled by the king
comforted by saints
recovered from sickness and loneliness
with compassion, love
the eradication of ignorance
and the advent of modern medicine
Molokai, the friendly island
reborn from beauty and tourism
no traffic lights
no building taller than a coconut tree
renewed with hospitality and hula
intimate beaches, hiking and mule rides
modern coping mechanisms
dead-drop cliffs and waterfalls
fruitful bounty of ranches, farms
economics vs. erosion
and endangered species along the shore
Read more about Molokai’s endangered coral reef at the U.S. Geological Survey’s website.
Welcome to Friday Fictioneers, where every story is a surprise!
This week’s very unique photo prompt is from fellow writer Ted Strutz. Thank you for the challenge, Ted 🙂
The photo is filled with old, failed implements intended to contain the flow of water. When they fail, it floods.
It made me think of the homeless population that lives and hides among abandoned junk. How might a homeless man grieve the loss of his lifestyle?
That’s the micro theme of the story.
On a macro level, how might any man grieve the loss of his lifestyle–and the very ecosystem in which he lives–in the case of a real-life, cataclysmic flood? I’ve written a few stories about this environmental scenario previously: one ended on the highest floor of a downtown condo complex, and another ended in the post-op ward of a high rise hospital. Apparently, my protagonists survive the watershed by seeking higher ground….
Now I will try to combine the above themes with a little dark humor and a Twilight Zone ending!
How to Grieve in Five Stages
by Jan Brown
I was a climate change denier.
But when the big melt-down began, I went with the flow.
I ran out of anger long ago.
First, when I lost my job.
Next, when my daughter kicked my drunken ass out of her guest room.
I was living in a crate when it happened.
The crate floated away, and I begged to camp in the library.
I flooded the world again—with alcohol and tears. Mostly alcohol.
I’m the only one left in the library. Or anywhere else.
Where are my reading glasses???
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This is in response to the NaHaiWriMo prompt, “prophetic.”
For information about the dwindling population of pollinators such as butterflies and bees:
Welcome to Friday Fictioneers! We are a community of writers from around the world who post 100-word stories between Wednesday and Friday each week. The stories are all based on a photo prompt provided on Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ blog. Please visit Rochelle’s blog for more information…and join us if you wish!
This week’s awesome photo is by fellow writer Doug MacIlroy. Thank you, Doug!
Happy Earth Day
by Jan Brown
“The humans have their lights on again. Why? Is their eyesight weak?”
“Perhaps it’s affected by the cold. They’re not permanent residents like us. They need time to adapt to the harsh conditions.”
“Harsh?!? What’s harsh is the fact that our icecap is melting at an alarming rate. And it’s their fault!”
“OK, calm down.”
“I’ll be calm once our continent is not collapsing under our feet. They come here to measure the damage. They take videos of the disaster they created. But they’re helpless to stop it.”
“Yeah, happy Earth Day.”
With that, the penguins waddled away.
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