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Ahoy Me Mateys

Today be talk like a pirate day!
Avast hauling ye scurvy bilge rats
Weigh anchor or I’ll give ye a taste o’ the cat’o’nine tails
Look lively there or ye’ll meet the gunner’s wife
Swab the decks ye boot scrappin’s
Shiver me timbers
Time to walk the plank
Yer about to be keelhauled
Prepare to be boarded
C’mere, me beauty
Gi’ me a loud Aye aye sir!
Let’s see what crawled out o’ the bung hole
Drink up the grog be on me!
Smartly now me lads
Dance the hornpipe ye lubber!
Ye want to parley?
Hard to starboard helm alee
Yon big blow be c’ming up fast
Climb those shrouds
Lest ye feel me belayin’ pin agin yer noggin
Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum
Arrrgh!

Emily

Workday Blues

My bold attempt

At securing the contract

Failed badly and soon left me

Explaining myself to the boss

A task that I was unequal to.

Emily

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In response to 20140919: day 262
Today’s words: equal, bold, attempt, explaining, soon

http://threewordsaday.wordpress.com/2014/09/19/20140919-day-262/

Asters

The wild asters are
But a pale reflection of
Autumn skies glory.

Emily

Possibile Dreams

Looking at my childhood

With the clarity of adult eyes

One realises that things

Haven’t turned out as dreamed

The expanse of possibilities

Have gotten very narrow.

Emily

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In response to 20140918: day 261
Today’s words: clarity, possible, expand, childhood, turned

http://threewordsaday.wordpress.com/2014/09/18/20140918-day-261/

GreetingZZ EarthlingZZ

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We lived in a very traditional suburb, one of those 1960’s developments filled with rows of cookie-cutter houses. Our block’s biggest standout was the Fredrickson’s who left their Christmas decorations up year round. So when we saw the construction crew building the geodesic dome on the empty lot next door we were consumed by curiosity. What would our new neighbors be like? Who would be so daring as to live in such an outrageous house? We waited impatiently for them to move in.

Late afternoon, someone knocked at the door. I opened it and my jaw dropped. A pair of fuzzy, black and yellow striped, antenna waving, six-limbed, double-winged, four-foot tall beings with compound eyes stood there. “We’re you new neighborZZ. I’m ZZorgia, thiZZ iZZ my daughter ZZillian. We ZZeem to have run ZZhort of supplieZZ. Could we borrow a cup of ZZugar?” One of them buzzed.

I gulped, staring at them. Good manners came to my rescue. “Sure, no problem, let me get it for you.” I scoped the sugar into a Tupperware bowl, snapped on the lid, and gingerly passed it to them. The mother’s exoskeleton grasping digits were chilly and hard, but griped my hand gently.

“ThankZZ!” Their wings hummed, lifting them slightly as they skittered away, sharply pointed stingers waggling from their behinds.

“I met our new neighbors today sweetie.” I announced later that evening at supper.

“That’s good dear, what were they like?” My husband absently said from behind his tablet.

“Very nice considering that they were giant bees.”

“Giant what?!” He asked startled.

“Bees. You know, the insects that live on pollen and nectar and make honey and wax. I wonder if they’ll sell me some?”

Emily

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In response to Writing Challenge: That’s Absurd
For this week’s writing challenge, add a dash of magic and a touch of surrealism to your writing.

http://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_writing_challenge/thats-absurd/

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Music Speaks

My current favorite three songs are:

They all speak to me of hope and despair.

Emily

 

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In response to Writing 101: Commit to a Writing Practice
Today, celebrate three songs that are significant to you. For your twist, write for fifteen minutes without stopping — and build a writing habit.

http://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_assignment/writing-101-writing-practice/

Killing Game

The chess club

Has broken up

This evening

Over allegations

That the Grand Championship

Was won by poisoning.

Emily

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In response to 20140917: day 260
Today’s words: evening, chess, poison, has, broken

http://threewordsaday.wordpress.com/2014/09/17/20140917-day-260/

The Vision

The Nortern sea churned violently under a ominous darkly clouded sky. Massive rolling waves pounded ferociously upon each other. The winds swirled and gusted wickedly, constantly changing direction. Thunder exploded continuously as huge bolts of lightning flashed endlessly. Sleet poured down in torrents.

A tiny wooden ship rode the heaving brine, plunging bravely over the alternating crests and valleys. Every scrap of canvas had been securely lashed down. Four burley men wrestled with the helm with all their might, seeking to steer the ship to safety.

“BOOM!” The sulphuric blast struck the tallest mast. With a terrible groan it cracked at its base and toppled over the port side. The far end dug into the seething water. Acting as an anchor it jolted the ship, changing her orientation. Instead of facing the smashing waves head on, she was suddenly turned sideways to them.

A series of gigantic waves gathered in the distance, piling up higher and higher. Sweating seamen furiously chopped desperately at lines and wood with razor-sharp axes and knives. The waves raced towards the ship, gaining speed. “Hurry men, if you value your lives, hurry!” The Captain bellowed. The shrouds parted and the ship surged forwards. “Steer her into the wind!” The Captain yelled. The helmsmen grunted with effort as they strained to obey. Slowly the ship’s bow began to swing around.

The storm struck. Maliciously the first wave broached the ship’s side. She tipped over on her side. She paused, then began to come upright. The second wave smashed into her. She rolled over further. The third wave engulfed the ship. She turned upside, exposing her copper-sheathed keel and dove deep into the ocean, sinking. A few faint, despairing screams were expressed by the crew and passengers as the hungry waters swallowed them.

I screamed in pain dropping the silver chalice and slumping limply to the Temple floor. Merciful oblivion grasped my being.

Consciousness returned. “Maeve!” Someone was shaking my shoulders. I felt a light slap on my cheek. “Maeve, what happened girl?” The High Priestess sternly demanded.

My eyes popped open, swimming with tears. “They’re dead! They’re all dead!” I screamed at her.

“Calm yourself.” She commanded. “Who is dead?”

“My cousin William, his wife, his sons, the other passengers, and the entire crew!” I sobbed bitterly.

“What passengers and crew? How do you know that they died?”

“The passengers and crew of the vessel Storm Petrol out of Eastshore Bay, Aertathia. There was a storm, a terrible storm. Lightning sundered the mast and the waves pulled her under. I Saw it all.” I moaned in dismay.

“Let Sister Urtring Look at you Maeve.”

Sister Urtring’s blocky form grasped me gently. She gazed deep into my eyes. I felt her Searching my being. I shivered and wept quietly in her arms.

“It was a True Seeing High Priestess. The Storm Petrol and all aboard her are gone. Maeve Witnessed it. She is going into shock, she needs warmth and rest.”

“See to her care Sister Urtring. Such a dire thing to See for her first time. Sister Farice, send word to Varyle Keep and to Belfield. The King and Duke Varyle must know what has happened
“At once High Priestess.”

I was bundled into my bed, the sheets warmed by hot bricks.

“Drink this child, it will help.” Sister Urtring held a steaming cup fragrant with the scent of herbs to my lips.

Obediently I swallowed the draught and let sleep take me.

Emily

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In response to Writing 101: A Room with a View (or Just a View)
If you could zoom through space in the speed of light, what place would you go to right now?
Today’s twist: organize your post around the description of a setting.

I chose to write a fantasy fiction based around the description of the ocean during a storm.

http://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_assignment/writing-101-setting/

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Title and Tagline

My Title:
Musings of a Soul Eclectic

Why did I choose this title?

Eclectic: adj. 1 deriving ideas, tastes, style, etc. from various sources. n 2 Selecting one’s beliefs, etc., from various sources; attached to no particular school of philosophy. n. 1 an eclectic person. 2 a person who subscribes to an eclectic school of thought.

Muse: n. 1 nine goddesses, the daughters of Zeus and Mnemosyne, who inspire poetry, music, drama, etc. 2 a a poet’s inspiring goddess b a poet’s genius. v. 1 a ponder, reflect. b gaze meditatively. 2 say meditatively.

Reader’s Digest Oxford Complete Wordfinder

My blog covers a diversity of subjects. I post: fiction, poetry, daily life, memories, family, pets, cooking, recipes, and crafts. I include photographs I have taken and artwork I have created. It took me several months of thinking and posting before I came up with my title. I’ve used it for a year. I believe it describes my blog’s varied contents perfectly.

My Tagline:
Thoughts and Images from the Mind of Emily Karn

I used this for my tagline because it is a simple summation of my blog.

Emily
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In response to Blogging 101: Say Your Name
Today’s assignment: edit your title and tagline. Make your readers’ first impression a good one!
http://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_assignment/101-blog-title/

Balancing Demands

Balancing the demands

Of career and family

Can give one a headache

More is demanded of you

Than one person can reasonably meet

Leaving you stuck in a tight spot.

Emily

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In response to 20140916: day 259
Today’s words: give, balance, more, spot, reasonable

http://threewordsaday.wordpress.com/2014/09/16/20140916-day-259/

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