NaPoWriMo Day 19: This is in response to a prompt posted on Twitter by @WrittenRiver. The prompt was “she had wings.”

angel statue

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Trompe L’Oeil

Welcome to Friday Fictioneers!  We are a community of writers from around the world who post 100-word stories every week, based on a photo prompt from Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ blog.

This week’s photo was taken by fellow writer C.E. Ayr. Thank you, C.E.!


Trompe L’Oeil

by Jan Brown

I’d been lost for days in a dense forest. I finally emerged into sunlight, illuminating a snowy white shoreline.  Whales frolicked in the crystal waters. It was idyllic! I was filled with a sense of joy and peace.

Then someone called my name….

I awoke in a hospital bed, a nurse checking my vital signs.

“Did someone find me on the beach?”

“Beach? No. You’ve been in a coma for days, ever since your car accident.”

Confused and upset, I slid out of bed and limped to the window.

There, in the mural across the street, was my lost paradise.


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At the Gate – NaPoWriMo Day 30

It’s the last day of NaPoWriMo, and we are challenged to examine the way that we begin and end our poems. One way we can do this is to take a poem we have previously written, turn it upside down (with the last line becoming the first), and edit it so that it makes sense.

I chose to do this with the poem I wrote for Day 1 of NaPoWriMo. The original poem started in a place of darkness and proceeded to a hoped-for state of light. Of course, reversing the order gave a different feel. With only a few words changed, the poem now ends by advising the reader not to be afraid of the dark (i.e., pain and suffering). I hope I can follow that advice myself!

I think the poem still retains the essence of hope and healing. If I have learned anything, it is that without hope, we cannot move forward.

angel statue

as you stand before the gate

she brushes off the snow and makes you beautiful

she carried you in a blithe but urgent rush

to your yearned-for destination

you ascend on angel’s wings

when light has failed you

so welcome the dark

Hips, Hearts – NaPoWriMo Day 27

The NaPoWriMo prompt for Day 27 is to write a hay(na)ku. This is like a haiku, but focuses on the number of words and relaxes the usual “rules” of haiku. The form was invented by an American teacher, to be more accessible for her students and easier to write. It’s a stanza consisting of three lines, with one word in the first line, two in the second and three in the third. You can write a hay(na)ku “sonnet” by stringing four stanzas together, and ending with a couplet of three words per line.

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sway like
Chubby Checkers’ girl

sway wide
for her lover

move on
and kiss another

age, erode
swap out parts

still fickle
swap out hearts

hips will heal
hearts still reel

Poetweet–NaPoWriMo Day 20

Last week, when I was doing taxes and writing haiku, I missed a fun challenge to write a “found poem” using snippets of text from social media. So I searched Twitter for the word, “healing,” which is my theme for the month. I’ve selected some interesting excerpts and paired them together….Enjoy!


The skies are crumbling

Repent, and keep on trying


Posting your stupid thoughts online

Healed by wordiness


Shift in perception

To recognize one’s own insanity


Putting pieces back together

Running out of time


Ppl have this very erred notion that all trauma is ultimately fixable

How do you explain these decisions by anything but a head injury?


How Not to Heal a Broken Heart

The NaPoWriMo prompt for April 18th is to write a poem about a rushed delivery of an urgent message. 


She sang

As naturally, as beautifully
As a siren
Once that sound
Had cured me
Of a broken heart
It only wounds more deeply
I squirm in the back row
Hold my chest
Lest my heart jump out
And pursue her
She trills her last note
And I wend my way forward
Rushing as fast as I can
Against the movement of the crowd
To hand her roses
A symbol of our love
Black roses
Desiccated, lifeless
She drops them
Knowing the message they convey
A death knell
For her
For me
Like the opera
She just performed
I’m closer now
I plunge the knife
Before security hauls me away
And I swallow the capsule
Taking one last look
At a dying diva

NaPoWriMo – More Catching Up to Do!!!

The NaPoWriMo challenge for April 14th was to write a riddle poem. I’m not sure this is much of a riddle, especially since the answer is in the last stanza—I hope that’s not against the “rules.” Whether or not this addresses the NaPoWriMo challenge, it is something I needed to say. So that, as they say, is that!


I’m a sharp pain

as from a hunting knife

serrated with a hook on top

to grab you

and bring you close

for the final kill


I’m a dull pain

as from a heavy anvil

planted firmly upon your leg

I will weigh you down

while you try to breathe

and stay still


I’m a throbbing pain

as from a pendulum too close

each time your heart beats

you feel me

you know me intimately

you wish you didn’t


I’m your poor, pathetic pain

the pain they ask you to categorize

on a scale of one to ten

the pain they they think

is either dull or sharp, throbbing or still

but not all at once

they pain you know

and they never will


Dear Poetry – NaPoWriMo Day 15

The NaPoWriMo challenge for April 15th was to write a poem that addresses some aspect of itself. So….I’ve written a letter of sorts, to my dear friend, Poetry.


Dear Poetry,

You are my closest ally

As I strive

To understand the pain

And the process of healing

Or not


My interim comfort

As more familiar comforts

Elude me

And the prospect of normalcy



My lifelong companion

Who wants to be normal? You ask

I have to answer, Not me!

So we walk toward the future