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Enga mellom Fjella  Sentinel Marked as if you own me I bow before the Bitterroots and just like you my rocky soil, my withered grass lays prey to the empty sky. © Kåre Enga 2007 "Sentinel"   Reader's Choice of Poems: "Sentinel" "Where grows the compost heap" "In search of Iris" "Speak soft my name" "Wheat penny" Reader's Choice of blog entries from my old blog "L'aura del Campo" :"Death of Jeannie New Moon" "Doing and don'ting. A scene in 2nd person." "When is it proper to tell someone you love them?" "Footprints in the snow, in memory of Nyia Page" "Poems inspired by maps. Remember 1963?" FACES     PLACES            Kåre  Enga~ until everything was rainbow, rainbow, rainbow! And I let the fish go. ~ Elizabeth Bishop The Fish |
| Juliana wanted to fly. She'd heard all the reasons why she couldn't. No wings. (stating the obvious) Too big a butt. (said with a dismissive laugh) You're nuts! (as if they weren't) She went to the Magic Carpet store on 1st and Higgins. Asked to speak to Mrs. McCarpet. "I know you're really Aladdin in drag. I won't tell anyone if you teach me how to fly." Exposed! Never! He nodded, thought Nothing is sweeter than blackmail... except revenge, and scheduled lessons at 4 a.m. on Sunday mornings. In this win-or-lose-we-booze town there'd be no one out-and-about sober enough to notice. Lift off. Juliana could feel her ass rise just a few inches. Then plop. They practiced in the middle of the high-school football field away from all the nosy trees and prairie dogs. Plus, the grass was softer than concrete and less abrasive than the gravel race track. 5 weeks of bruises... but Juliana did not give up. Bunny (another of Aladdin's disguises) kept encouraging her and truthfully? She was making progress, big butt and all. The secret... shh... was never about the weight, size or lack of wings. If Dumbo could fly so could Juliana! Week 7. Lift vertically. Slowly. Taking off like Mary Poppins in her umbrella was for pros. Word was that even she had crashed a time or two whilst getting the hang of it. Slowly now. Juliana hovered over Bunny's head. Smirked. Then carefully focused on the pine tree on the other side of the race track and flew! until she crashed into it. Oh, the flying was fine. In her ecstasy she'd forgotten how to stop. The pine, however, had not forgot. Bunny laughed. "Give up?" Juliana hissed. "No Aladdin." That shut him up. She collected a few pine cones she'd knocked off. She was nothing if not tidy. Then she glared before huffing off. "Next week... or else." It was time for some fun. The next two weeks went well. Juliana flew down the bike path cackling. One drunk swore later that he'd seen a witch. When Mrs. McCarpet heard this from a customer she wryly replied, "This is a carpet shop. If you want a broom go to Walmart." By Week 10 Juliana was getting the hang of it. A few more lessons and she could apply for her flying permit. No one would dare deny her. She dreamed of figure eights and swooping in a dive like a swallow or waving at passers-by while flying upside down. Bunny was amused. Juliana would not give up! But it was time for a harsh reality check. Someone had reported a UFO racing down the river. This would not do. Discretion was an important part of flying around non-magical people. Bunny flew Juliana on her carpet-woven-for-two to a place where other than scaring a bear, a beaver or a bobcat no one would notice. The ospreys always did, but what they shared was always dismissed as gossip. Juliana flew. Superman would have been proud of how she sped off. She landed as daintily as Dumbo. Bunny said, "we need to celebrate before your encore." Two small glasses. A sweet amber liquid. A toast. Juliana soared again. Higher, higher. Lower, lower. Loopy, loopy, oops. The blackberry patch hugged her in a welcome-home-momma moment. Bunny helped Juliana... carefully... to extricate her from the needy thorns. "Little vampires," Juliana muttered. "Never fly while..." Juliana's glare stopped Bunny from finishing. Instead Bunny handed her a bottle of calamine lotion. "You'll need this." No need to mention that her poison ivy and oak rashes would bloom before evening. Two blessedly quiet weeks later, Juliana strode into the thankfully empty Magic Carpet shop wearing a loose fitting tent. She stopped Aladdin in his thoughts. He was dressed as Mr. Green Jeans to give worn out Mrs. McCarpet a well-deserved vacation. Juliana wasn't fooled. "I want to sign up for my flight permit. — Now." She's as stubborn as Mary Poppins had been. Some folks never know when to give up. Aladdin sighed. "Fill this out." © Copyright 2021 Kåre Enga [178.188] (18.juli.2021) ~675 words |
 The Ayes have it Yes, yes, yes, can you guess by looking in their eyes? Which said yes and which said yes and which yes yes was which? All dressed in grey, all dressed to play, all eyes said aye, all ayes, no noes, no nays. All eyes now look at you, those eyes that have a nose. Behind black masks they want to ask, their noses point at you-know-who! But — they do not ask. They stare and stare, all six eyes, behind their masks, now looking straight through you. Yes, yes, yes. The answer's always yes. The question is up to you. Lines: 23 © Copyright 2021 Kåre Enga [178.174] (24.agosto.2021) Write a poem inspired by these three mischievous looking racoons. 1. Entries must be written for this contest. No previously written material. 2. Age Level: Toddler thru Middle Grade. 3.Line Count for Poetry: Open For
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| In the year 2021, or later, your character(s) will discover / see / learn something which puts them in danger. Luckily, your character has an escape plan in mind - a specific place in time PRIOR to the year 2000. THE DETAILS: 1) Write a short story about a character, or characters, who travels back to a time before the year 2000 to escape something or someone from their present. Their "present" may be any year from 2021 into the distant future. 2) Why does your character need to escape, and what is the reasoning behind choosing that specific point in time to arrive? 3) How is your character prepared for jumping into the timeline at this point? What unexpected challenges might they face? Will the future follow them to the past? 4) The inner workings and physics behind your modum onerariis - be it phone booth, wristwatch, druid stones, or DeLorean - need not be explained, but please do let us know what it is. Entries must: * be submitted in bitem format in the forum below no later than 11:59 pm (WdC time) on July 31st, 2021 * include word count (1000 - 7500 words) * be rated 18+ or lower. No GC or XGC, please. Entries over 18+ will be disqualified.
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