Spring Morning

The sky tastes like a shortbread cookie

infused with that lavender feeling

of flying so high with the thermal surfing hawks.

I bite into it with my eyes

letting the crisp blue melt

from crumbly sweetness

to buttery delight

that seeps into my spirit.

Blue sky is the perfect accompaniment

to red-gold sun rising up

scented like chai, peppery yet sweet.

The sun tastes like “Wake up!”

and sings “Are you ready to go?”

One last dunk of shortbread in tea,

one last glance at the morning,

and my curls bob the answer, “Yes”

as I set off on my day.

Song Choice: Take On the World - Theme from Girl Meets World.

This poem was inspired by the prompt given (by me!) over at Imaginary Gardens With Real Toads: Synesthesia. It is also linked to Poetry Pantry 344 at Poets United.  

By Rommy Cortez-Driks

Honored Guest

“Get that thing out of my garden before any of the guests see,” she said in a harsh whisper.

“But mom,” I started.

“Don’t. I’ve worked too hard to orchestrate this. You will remove that thing. You will come back down with your best manners. And you will get into Alexandre Academy.” She turned on her heel to rejoin her party.

I nudged Mephistopheles onto my arm. He’d probably be happier with the other insects in my room, the same way I’d be happier in public school.

“I can always get kicked out,” I told Mephistopheles. He nodded.    

Song Choice:  Reflection from Mulan

Yellow Bug, picture by Shaktiki Sharma

This flash fiction story was inspired by the picture prompt given at Friday Fictioners. 

By Rommy Cortez-Driks

Recluse

The light came again, shrinking my circle of sanctuary. I shut my sun-scorched eyes and pressed my limbs into the safety of roots and earth, their presence steadying me.

You knew it would come again, and you know it will go again too, I whispered to myself, letting the pain ease before I opened my eyes again.

The light was still there, dimmer than it had been when I was pulled from my dark and tossed among these roots.

“You won’t last,” I hissed. “Night will come. I’ll see without pain, find better shelter and good hunting then. I’ll wait.”

Clouds Above the Trees, photo by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Song Choice: Boris the Spider by The Who

This bit of flash fiction was inspired by the photo prompt given at Friday Fictioneers. 

By Rommy Cortez-Driks