SPRING

The Sunday Scribblings prompt is "seasoned".
SPRING

Spring flutters in, fabulous flirt,
And flicks the last snows from her skirt.
Released from storms' prison,
Our garden hopes risen,
We neighbors are sharing the dirt.

I wrote this this week for Mad Kane's Limerick off.

The Sunday Scribblings prompt is "SEASONED".  This was written this last week on Mad Kane's Limerick-Off

SPRING

Spring flutters in, fabulous flirt
And flicks the last snow from her skirt.
Now freed from storms' prison,
Our garden hopes risen,
We neighbors are sharing the dirt.

TIME TRAVELERS

The prompt for for Sunday Scribblings is "It's Out There"

TIME TRAVELERS
We sought this day in many a tale
of rocket trail to alien world.
We bridged the rifts of space to sail
to far star-studded galaxies
with chair-bound ease.

The future beckoned.  Now, instead,
it looms, hard headlined fact.  Our world
grows strange.  We step with grudging tread
into a mapless land and cold.
       Too soon
       Too old.

Ford's Theater

The prompt for Sunday Scribblings is MOMENT



MARY LINCOLN AT FORD'S THEATER

She sat there, loving, petulant, unwise,
by him whose giant shadow through the age
would cast its knobby shape on history's page.
She smoothed her gown, her modish beaded prize
and leaned against him, but demurred aloud,
"What will they think?"  "Why nothing," he replied.
Sad prisoner of herself, her boundaries set
at margins of her days, yet her command
could compass his great heart, whose unreined power
had freed the burdened slave; he brooded yet
over the bleeding rift that cleft his land.
Her plump ringed hand held his a final hour.
                                                   Phyllis Sterling Smith