Sunday 160 Accepting Motherhood

Solitary night

walled insight.

Hissing words

the dragon came.

Faced it unslain

burned to the core.

Ride its back

anticipate each tack

dousing fires

my offspring

devour.


This is a flash fiction/poem in exactly 160 characters, hosted by Monkey Man, post on Sunday, and let him know HERE .
This is VERY metaphorical, and no, my offspring are not dragons!  Three events brought the reality of motherhood to my awareness, and a dragon image emerged.  First, the "calling" that I would not be a spiritual leader after high school, but a mother. This was God's message to me, on a retreat.  Second, the actual labor and delivery should have killed me, and the courage to continue naturally felt like walking through dragon fire.  Third, the dangers our children face are sometimes self inflicted, by accident or intention, from playstructure fires to drinking and drugs.  The dragon flies on......

55 Flash Fiction Friday: "Buck Off"

Head shaking
side to side,

catching the breeze
in his mane,

bowing forward,
tossing back

whipping
the watching world.

Sidling away
into a wild wind

riderless, herdless,
wordless.

A stallion forms
as nostrils flare,

whose foot stomped
the challenge first?

Skittish
and stubborn,

read his posture,
muscle tone and gaze:

to avoid being

"bucked off".





(photo by H.G. Giese.  Friday 55 Flash Fiction is hosted by G-Man HERE . Write a short story or poem in exactly 55 words, post for Friday, and let Mr Knowitall know it.