A Twisted Tale

Prompt 7: Nonesense/ Madness

Prompt 7: Jabberwocky

“A Twisted Tale” by Kyanna Kitt

poking her umbrella

through the overhead pond

jumping down to get up

high enough

to catch a fish

for the fire-

It’s is dinner time after all.

Drops of water leaving

the river,

dancing as they glob

and mate together…

Plop-

she got one plump sword fish

perfect for tree fights

Lord knows those thing

would take your head off

if you weren’t looking at them.

She placed the fish into

her bejeweled scabbard

and rustled through the

topsy turvy trees

The trick to going unnoticed

amongst trees?

Peanut butter!

Why else would thick

glops of the that gunk be

entangled into her short

coily hair.

As she jumped

out of the woods

heading to the village.

Colorful cottage.

She pulled out a thick

strand of ribbon

perfect wind catcher-

It blew her smack into

the front door of her home.

She happily skipped inside

throwing her catch to the

fire and swirling down the

stairs to the roof top to

meet her parents who were

already gone to beddy byes.

She slid into a boat that was

in the river adjacent to their

home as it tried to escape

so that she too could-

now covered in plops of white fleece

that was raining from the sky

meet her dream fantasy

©copyright Kyanna Kitt

Rainbow Strap Guitar

Rainbow Strap Guitar: A Flash Fiction

Pebbles and rocks crunched beneath Kyra’s feet. She was walking a tiny path into the woods- Just enough so that she would meet her floating seat on the “Great Old Tree” she found when she was younger- Her companion on her back. As she sat she looked around the clubhouse that was the woods, listening to the birds chirp and squirrels playing and looking for acorns. This music roused her senses and motivated her to make her own. She slid her rainbow strap guitar around the curves of her own body and began to play.

Listening to the tight sound the strings made as she slid her fingers to make new chords- The scratching of her fingers to the strings as she made beautiful arpeggios of them. She sat slowly swinging, slightly reclining only bringing her feet up barely enough so she could see them past her lilac ruffled skirt. She began humming as she went back and forth between Am7[5X555X] and D9 [X5455X] them Bm7[7X777X] and E9[X7677X] respectively Bossa Nova style. She felt the warmth of the sun dancing on her brown skin thinking that maybe it was for the music that it did. She giggled at the thought. This instrument had changed her in more ways than she knew. Her depression, her inability to verbalize how she felt, the struggle, the hurt all melted the day they had met. She could easily say it was the happiest day of her life-

As the swing stopped she sighed noticing her friends had all gone for the night and she hurried back on the path on which she had came.

“It’s amazing how beautiful the most simple of things are,” she said making her way through the woods.

“Until next time,” she whispered as she looked out from the place she resided.

©copyright Kyanna Kitt