Barb at Skittles, moderator of Heads or Tails, offers this prompt: TAILS - "Summertime memory" Since this is TAILS your summertime memory needs to be a real memory of yours. It can be a childhood memory, a memory from teens years or later. It can even be from last week.
BERRIES
her dirt bike kicks up a cloud
powders the ancient cedars
and masks the scent of berries
sunlight mottles the trail
one fat shadow budges
rising to hind legs like a man
snarly grunts and nose a-quiver
stages a standoff on the path
two wheels without reverse
and short of turnaround plot
brake pedal hisses a squeal
pitches it out like an overthrow
the brown bear drops to fours
and waddles into heavy brush
she breathes the sweat of fear
shifts to three, throttles away
This true summer memory was posted a couple of years ago but it seems appropriate for today's prompt!
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What an ending tumblewords. I wasn't expecting that at all. Weren't you guys afraid? Good thing that bear was. I'd hate to think what could have happened to you all. Wonderfully written. Have a great night.
Hi Sue, this little saga reminds me of the time I came (fast) over an overpass on the freeway and all the cars ahead were stopped.
That quick stop reinforced my 'instinct' to apply the front brake without thinking every time, even quickly, when I applied the back brake. Or there would have been your 'turnaround' of a different sort.
And then I 'throttle(d) away' on the shoulder around the mess starting with one, then two, three, ... (gears) quickly back to my seventy-five (mph) plus.
I am also liking your play on numbers: one fat shadow; two wheels; shifts to three; and drops to fours.
Was it on purpose (I do this type but it is often subtle, no one mentions) a slight rhyme scheme? [budges/stages; hisses/pitches; drops/waddles/throttles; and ?? powders/masks]
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That's a scary moment.
Your dark shadow turned into something real. Most of mine turned into just being a bush or something. :P
Oh boy....reminds me of one time when we were in Yellowstone...I got out of the car to snap a photo of two cubs in a tree...the Mama bear didn't like it...I was chased. Thank goodness I left the car door open.
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big memory sandy
I enjoyed that poem. Was it really a bear??? Yikes!
what an interesting way to share a memory!
Wow - sweat of fear would have been putting it mildly for me I think. Love the image today, it would have been quite appropriate for my post today (sans bear).
Now that would be scary! Your poetry rocks! :)
I would BEARly have survived such a scene!
Glad you managed.
What a tale!
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Great poem. I expect the bear was a scared as you in this instance lucky it went off and no cubs around
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