Fly Away Home
The ladybug rests.
Season’s last calendula.
Where will she go now?
What Do Mothers Know?
dVerse prompt for Sept. 9, 2024 For your Prosery prompt, I have selected the first line from her (Tina Chang) poem “Love”: “ I am haunted by how much our mothers do not know. ” Write a piece of prosery of up to or exactly 144 words, including the given line in the order in which it has been given. You may add or change punctuation, but you may not add or delete words. I purposely did not read the rest of Tina Chang's poem, as to not influence my first thoughts by her words and their meanings. I was recalled back to an overheard conversation between a group of teenage girls, who didn't realize I could hear. They were trying to come up with alternative ways they could have gotten "hickeys," or "love bites," what to tell their parents. I laughed and told them their parents told their parents those exact same things, and no one was fooled! No one would believe they "ran into a door knob," yet that's one that seems to pass through the ge...
Wherever she likes. Mind you they don't seem to mind crawling over your hands as well...just checking as it were!
ReplyDeleteThey are quite unafraid for small little creatures, aren't they? Of course, predators have learned they release foul smells when in danger!
DeleteAwww., sad. (But great photo.)
ReplyDeleteI'd call it poetic license, since they hibernate when it gets too cold. That's why you can buy bags of them in the spring, and the stores have them in a refrigerator!
DeleteI love the melancholy of this piece and how well it captures that between time of weather where we try to hold on to as much warmth as possible before the cold is impossible to deny.
ReplyDeleteThe bees are having a problem too. I see more and more caught out as it gets cold in the evening. They cuddle down near the middle of flowers, the nectar sources are actually warmer. They can't fly when it's cold.
DeleteA covid time question. Where do We go from here
ReplyDeleteHappy Sunday Lisa
Much💛love
I hope she will hibernate someplace comfy, while dreaming of spring leaves.
ReplyDeleteWell, she'll fly away home to her children, just like in the little ditty! This was fun.
ReplyDeleteShe is welcome to come live in my Autumn flowers .... after the snows come, she better have relocated. Cheers.
ReplyDeleteIf I'd known my kalettes were thick with aphids I'd have moved her there!
DeleteI love ladybugs! :D She can hang out with me.
ReplyDeleteSo do I. I try to find as many kinds each year as possible. This one is a seven spotted ladybug.
DeleteI think she will be mistaken for a bead that someone strings on a necklace.
ReplyDeleteLove this!
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