In response to Colleen Chesebro’s weekly call for entries to her Poetry Challenge. This is a Haiga, which incorporates as image with a senryu or haiku. Words I choose to use” DREAMS and MAGIC.
Text and photograph are personal property of Annette Rochelle Aben
Pretending
Gussied in sparkles
Feathered shoes
Neon nails
Twas magical amusement
For a five year old
©2019 Annette Rochelle Aben
synonyms only for the words HOBBY and PLAY
this is a Shadorma (26 syllables 3/5/3/3/7/5
She always hated camping. The bugs, sleeping on the ground and the weird outhouse bathrooms. Yuck! Here at her grandfather’s place just outside of Bouche, Quebec, Canada, they may have been in a cabin, but it was still like camping. Hauling water in a bucket from the lake to wash dishes, to cook with and with wash your hands before meals. Yuck!
And there was that hateful outhouse! Only during the day, of course. At night, there were buckets in each of the two bedrooms. Buckets that had to be washed out the next day before hauling the water.
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She commands the crowd
Blending more bounce to the ounce
With a golden voice
She performs those risqué tunes
Shaking her ample booty
©2019 Annette Rochelle Aben
She hated their Michigan Basement; cement brick walls and a dirt floor. If not for the washing machine being down there, she had no reason to be down there. She started her laundry and turned to run back upstairs, when the sight of her father’s work bench caught her eye.
Hammers, hand saws, baby food jars of nails, all lined up neat and tidy. She noticed, but wondered why he didn’t, that something was missing. A shudder ran through her body to think what would happen if he found that she stashed his chisel under her mattress and why.
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Mess cleaned up
Suddenly a crash
A new mess
Bigger still
As a result, she just sighed
Puppies in charge
©2019 Annette Rochelle Aben
A little girl needed a room of her own, especially when her siblings closest in age, were all boys. She was given the space off the bathroom. A space normally used for storage. Besides, she could lock the door. She could find privacy there.
She didn’t mind sleeping on an old mattress, covered in quilts. There was a bare light bulb hanging from the ceiling, so she could read. She gladly traded the feel of the mice that ran across her legs at night over her father’s demands. She chose sleeping in mouse turds rather than her own blood.
