Fingle’s Deep Sea Dive

This morning I’m going to respond to Sadje’s weekend “What do you see?” prompt and including the Ragtag Daily Prompt — this morning it’s VOLUME — in my fishy tale.

Sadje’s prompt: Image credit; Saffu @ Unsplash

Fingle’s Deep Sea Dive

“Morning, Zander. Wha’cha doin’ there?”

“Hey, Mario. I’m watchin’ for Fingle. He’s gone deep-sea diving.”

Mario came up and stood beside him on the dock. “What? Here? In thirty feet of water? Does he have scuba gear?”

“Nah. He dropped his best fishing rod between here and the island. Says he’s not givin’ up ‘til he finds it.”

“Hope he finds it soon or he’ll miss the free food. Mitch’s got a barbecue goin’ at his place and says we’re all welcome. Why don’t you leave Fingle to his rod rescue and come get…”

Suddenly Fingle’s head popped out of the water about twenty metres out. After a couple of gasps and sputters, he called, “Did someone say free food?” He swam to the dock.

“How in the world…? I didn’t think I had that much volume,” Mario exclaimed.”

“Sound travels well underwater, you know.” Fingle climbed onto the dock and stood dripping on the boards. “I’m coming, too. Hope they don’t mind if I’m a little damp.”

Zander grinned. “We’ll tell ’em you went overboard chasing the BIG one.”

“Just so’s you’re not gonna be a wet blanket,” Mario added. “Moaning over your lost rod.”

“I can look for it tomorrow. Right now I’m hungry.”

“Yeah.” Zander nudged Mario. “Fingle’s stomach’s bigger than his fishing rod.”

Wet or dry, a good BBQ was had by all. 🙂

Image by Pexels — Pixabay

Universe in Verse

The Ragtime Daily Prompt this morning is UNIVERSE
and I’m cheating. I went through my Dropbox and found a haiku verse I’ve written but never posted.

Image by Henryk Niestraj — Pixabay

January night
a starless universe
oppresses the earth

Then I found some verses I did post back in 2018. I’ve edited them so today I present the abridged version:

Lunchtime

onion on cutting board
white flesh exposed, waiting
dissection at noon
my surgical imprecision

cheese slice slithers
on mayo, topped with lettuce.
the Orange and the Green —
a battle on my bun
?

meat comes next — salami —
by appointment to HRH!
Does the Queen eat salami?
I chew on the thought

biting my sandwich
I ponder the complexity
of our vast universe
as time stops for lunch.

Image by Rene Lehmkuhl — Pixabay

Creative Minds

The Ragtag Daily Prompt today is CREATIVITY. I can hardly let that pass without comment.

It amazes me what all people can come up with when they set their mind to it. Creativity takes so many forms: art of all kinds, food preparation, decor, music, creative writing. And we certainly owe a lot to past inventors for the good life we enjoy today.

Here are a few examples of creativity:

Briam Cute — Pixabay
Jill Wellington — Pixabay

And this cutie:

Michel 89320 — Pixabay

I’ve been fairly creative myself; at different times I’ve enjoyed writing, drawing & painting, sewing and piecing quilts.

Now here’s a verse of mine that suggests we need creativity when responding to someone whose mind is slipping.

WIND CHIMES

Ever notice how
the constant tinkle of wind chimes
on a windy day?
can rub your nerves raw
after an hour or two?

I pray for more patience
as Dad asks the same question
every half hour. I say “Sorry,
we haven't found your car keys yet.
Better stay home anyway. 
Price of gas so high now.”

Smothered In Sauce

Sammi’s writing prompt this weekend is a real challenge:

And here’s my response:

“My cake flopped,” the newlywed lamented. “It rose so nice, then it caved!”

“Make some chocolate sauce,” Mom suggested. “Warm and thick, smother each piece of cake. That was Grandma recipe for flops. We loved it.”

It’s said that back in homesteading days seasoned cooks advised drowning inferior baking with whipped cream. Since they all had a milk cow or two, they had easy access to cream — and cholesterol was unheard of. I’ve modernized the idea. 🙂

Haiku Brunch

The Ragtag Daily Prompt this morning is TABLECLOTH

Won’t you join me for a haiku brunch this morning? I’ll spread my attractive gingham tablecloth on my patio table and serve a plate of tasty haiku & senryu, old & new, baked or half-baked. 😉 You can let me know which ones taste the best.

Image by Sofia Livarinen — Pixabay
sparrow urchins
we break bread together
alfresco brunch

last muffin
on the plate
left again

fly in the window
its buzz sawing
my sanity

drought-cracked soil
drinks in the morning rain
harvest of thistles