Small Town Things

Dad was transferred to Tiruvarur on promotion as it’s police head. We joined him during vacations at the end of the school year.

One of the five traditional capitals of the Chola Empire, this town’s life in the south Indian state of Tamil Nadu revolved around a famous temple and it’s water tank. We were privileged to witness the temple car festival and the temple tank float festival, the two major events of the town.

Dad lived in one of the four streets that bordered the temple tank. Every night Dad would unwind with a swim round the temple tank. He never missed a day.

*To know more about the town you can access the link https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Thiruvarur
*Friday Fictioneers is talented group of enthusiasts penning down a story, a poem, a prose, etc., expressing their heart about a photo prompt © C.E.Ayr

LIGHT IN THE DARKNESS

Circles of light illuminating the way,
Haloes that keep the darkness at bay.
Crowns of white against the black canvas,
Patches that paint a pretty picture enchanting us.

Narrow buildings that border the walkway,
Guards that stand silent sentinel night and day.
Streaming light from windows making the path bright,
Spilling over passers-by giving them clear sight.

Inky sky above provides a limiting frame,
Irradiated earth below expands the motion game.
Capture the picture to store it in your brain,
Call this beauty back to mind when you’re down with strain!

Sabina Tagore Immanuel

*Friday Fictioneers is talented group of enthusiasts penning down a story, a poem, a prose, etc., expressing their heart about a photo prompt © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

*FF family, sorry for being away for some time. Been busy aligning myself to the changes in life and family. Hope to be more regular!

IT’S SUMMER TIME

 Summer vacation was special for us as kids. 
 
Ten days with maternal grandparents. They lived in a city. Exhibition, movies and shopping occupied us.
 
Ten days were spent with paternal grandparents. They lived in a small rural town.  Hunting, fishing and picnicking were the draw.
 
My kids usually spent part of their summer holidays with my parents.
 
My paternal grandparents lived within a mission hospital compound. Its center was a church. I loved its quaint quietness and mystical sanctity.

I took my kids there for a visit. I showed them my roots and theirs.

The following year my dad died.
*Friday Fictioneers is talented group of enthusiasts penning down a story, a poem, a prose, etc., expressing their heart about a photo prompt © Roger Bultot

TREES

Hands raised in tender supplication,
You reach out to the clear heavens,
Drawing down the droplets of dew and rain,
You soak the dryness out of the ground

Feet rooted in firm foundation,
You stretch out to the dark depths,
Sucking up the moisture flowing down below,
You stand as sentinel between earth and sky

Beauty displayed in rugged creation,
You sustain testimony to His grace and care.
Buried beneath in pressured rigid death,
You transform in time to gems of sparkling light!

*Sorry, its been a long time since I interacted in FF. My son was sitting for his school finals, which is government conducted. It is a very stressful time as it determines his seat in the University. So I had to take a timeout!
*Friday Fictioneers is talented group of enthusiasts penning down a story, a poem, a prose, etc., expressing their heart about a photo prompt © Ronda Del Boccio

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TONGUE ON FIRE

The tongue is a fire the good book does claim,
Lighting the course of nature with hell’s own flame,
A world of evil that seeks to corrupt and maim,
The one who can tame it has nary a blame!

Small though it is, it boasts so great,
Perfect is the one who uses it not to bait.
Ships and horses can be turned the right way,
But we use it to terminate rather than create!

Stammering lips and unknown tongue the Lord did promise,
The Spirit descended with cloven tongues to astonish,
The predicted rain came on all to refresh,
Come ye thirsty to drink and be at rest!

© SABINA TAGORE IMMANUEL
*This week’s pic reminded me of the Apostle James’ warning about the tongue in the Bible. I was also reminded of the promise given through the Prophets Isaiah and Joel of the new tongue and language that will transform. Combined it all in this poem!
*Friday Fictioneers is talented group of enthusiasts penning down a story, a poem, a prose, etc., expressing their heart about a photo prompt © Anshu Bhojnagarwala

VISITOR

I stared at the apparition, not sure whether I was awake or dreaming.
The thing prodded me to show that I was indeed wide awake.
"Who are you?" I stammered in fear.
"I am the book spirit that will show you a sight you will fear", it said.
"Why are you visiting me? I am no Scrooge!", I responded indignantly.
"I am here to show you the grave yard of books ", its bookhead nodded emphatically.
"Why must I see it?"
"To warn you!"
"You have lost your first love. Return to your first love, us!"
*Friday Fictioneers is talented group of enthusiasts penning down a story, a poem, a prose, etc., expressing their heart about a photo prompt © Dale Rogerson

Panning for (white) gold

Mom, what are those silvery sand piles?

Those are salt mounds. Those squares of small fields are salt pans.

Where does the salt come from?

What do you see there?

The sea.

Well, it comes in through this canal and salt water gets trapped in those pans. Sun causes evaporation to produce salt, which is racked into those piles.

They look dirty!

It’s cleaned before being sold as rock salt.

Do we use it at home?

Of course. Rock salt is organic.

Just remembering.

What?

We are called to be the salt of the earth!

*Friday Fictioneers is talented group of enthusiasts penning down a story, a poem, a prose, etc., expressing their heart about a photo prompt © Russel Gayer