The season of madness continued its daily turns as if demonic hand were holding infinitely dark kaleidoscope.
Gleefully twisting large cylindrical toy hour by hour, the hand’s eye watched shards of onyx, obsidian, midnight slate display and reform myriad variations of dire events and grim revolving repercussions.
Now skies had opened their winter silos, unloaded sufficient weighty snow to burden nearly three-quarters of the country and call widespread halts to severely compromised ‘normal’.
Freezing temps, white ice walls, avalanches—none bear gifts of peace, nor hope of healing; and provide no balm to quell violence which still swirls like blizzards…at heart, as heated as summer’s firestorms.
Hand giggled deliriously, fingers wrenching kaleidoscope ever more quickly as though in arousal; slavering, it peered into faceted coal shadows which shattered then bloomed again.
‘Twas a night-flowering bouquet’s bleak delight: fever of virus, famine of faith, flaming rage gone rabid; Death-arrows swift-flying, hitting marks, seeding more loss, sorrow and devastation to spirits—pray glorious cathedral hues be restored.
©Avia Morrow, 2020 ~ All rights reserved.
Denise hosts Six Sentence Stories each week, and this time the prompt word is KALEIDOSCOPE.
https://girlieontheedge1.wordpress.com/2021/02/17/its-six-sentence-story-thursday-link-up-147/
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Fabulous, Avia! The hidden hand wreaking its revenge… let the pretty lights come again soon.
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Thanks Chris.
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Good six! Love the visual
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Thanks much.
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Luckily, we are just enjoying the rare snowfall here in Tennessee. It will all be melted by the weekend. Love your imagery.
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Thank you.
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I like this comparison and how you described it: “blizzards…at heart, as heated as summer’s firestorms”
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Thanks much, Frank.
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Your poetic summation of recent/current times is quite accurate. Well done, Avia.
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Thanks muchly.
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It builds and grows into that hugely powerful last sentence. I love the linking of cathedral/kaleidoscope/stained glass/colours/faith.
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Thanks so much 🙂
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yow!*
‘specially like, “Twas a night-flowering bouquet’s bleak delight…”
*compliment on a ridiculously evocative march of words
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Much thanks, glad you enjoyed.
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Well done! It has been quite a week.
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Thank you, and yes it has.
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Poetically grim, this. I like the play with colors here throughout, but especially the idea of a kaleidoscope of shades of black.
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Thank you so much.
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Yes me too, D., I particularly liked the second sentence and could see the patterns forming in my minds eye. Well done Avia.
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Oh my, you gals are a HUGE Blessing to me–thanks SO Much!!
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Amazing! Love this so much!
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Oh my, thank you.
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