I. Flash Fiction 55 words
She sits, pale-flustered on red-cushioned seat of train.
Across her, young girls laugh merrily, bright in summer shirts, shorts & back packs.
Day painting job smears a man's pants, boots & pony-tailed hair, silver white.
A group of jellyfish is called a bloom or swarm.
I move towards the next exit doorway, carried by tide.
II. For Margaret's challenge - Life on an Island
Is a slow drift of afternoon sands
Is opening the oven to freshly baked bread
Is watching boats meander, unheeding wind & sky
Is dabbing the sun's colors on your cheeks
Is making a list and tying it to a kite
Is a lost world, filled with treasures no one can count
Overlooking "Teach's Hole" (aka Blackbeard)
By Margaret Bednar
Posted for Imaginary Garden for Real Toads
& Poets United
Personal Notes: The baby robins have hatched and my brother is recovering in his home after a bout with a rare disease ~ Thanks for your kind thoughts & prayers.