I know it isn’t Friday now, I’ve been away so I’m late.
But, Madison’s http://madisonwoods.wordpress.com/2012/05/16/photo-prompt-for-100-word-flash-fridayfictioneers-30/ photo kept popping into my head so I wrote this.
Going home is copacetic but the journey from my daughter lacks the joy of the one towards. In the bus someone plays a line from the carnival is over on a tinny echoing phone.
I recline and check the double deck view, a twin chakra of rainbows, moments from the M27 with its pylons and industrial units, on a bench that feels like bone on bone to my spine. Hawthorn next and cemetery birds in a corridor called Wellow.
Disgorge at Salisbury, grateful for a wait uninterrupted by a questioning Mancunian, grasping for minutiae from a trapped, hungover, hen party goer.
Lucid Gypsy 
Very surreal. I liked that. Glad you decided to throw in even though it’s no longer Friday… 😉
The photo was irresistible Madison, thanks I’ll be back tomorrow!
super writing gilly, and i have to look up copacetic … love a challenge 🙂
Thanks Christine, I’m glad you didn’t find it too strange 😉
Going home, going away from daughter – ah well, we can’t have everything at the same time! Nice evocative story.
Thanks Sharon I value your visits!
Beautiful, Gilly! I do so love rainbows … I don’t think I’ve ever seen a ‘bad’ photo of one, so thanks for the lovely share. 🙂
Thank you Marcy for visiting me!
A hope at the end of the rainbow. A treasure awaits at each hard earned journey. Beautiful post with heart-felt longings and hope…
Bless you and here’s to much treasure on your journeys!
Rainbows always have so much hope attached to them. You gave it a
tender touching feel. Very nice, Gilly.
Huggies,
Izzy xoxo
Thanks Izzy, I’m so glad you liked it as I was worried it was a bit strange 😉
“….the journey from my daughter lacks the joy of the one towards” I can relate to that! The picture you painted was better that the original!
Oh I hate it that my children don’t live in my town, visiting is lovely but not frequent enough 😦 thanks Madhu for sympathetic visits!
Got to watch out for those talkative Mancunians!
She was larger than life and had a lovely accent but I’m so glad she wasn’t beside me!
Sorry to comment so late, was out for the weekend. And I don’t even know what a Mancunian is, but being an introvert, I’m sure I’d avoid them! This had the feel of a beat poem, that really nice patter as the picture of the journey is painted from image to emotion to sounds. Something like this would be a fine thing to hear read aloud.
Kathy
http://notforallmarkets.wordpress.com/2012/05/18/after/
Kathy she was a noisy lady that just happened to be from Manchester but Mancunians are lovely friendly people, us Southerners tend to be more reserved! Thanks for your lovely comment, I don’t know what a beat poem is but this began as a story turned into a poem briefly and when I couldn’t make it work it became prose again!
You have such a way with words.
Thanks! I hope it isn’t too strange a way 🙂 🙂 🙂
I LOVE the word copacetic! I love hearing it said, and I love saying it myself. It’s sad that virtually no one uses it anymore. THANK YOU, GILLY!
I actually don’t know how to pronounce it!
The first syllable is just like the word “cope.” The’a’ has the sound of ‘a’ in the word “about.” The ‘cet’ sounds just like the word “set.” And — you guessed it — the ‘ic’ has a short ‘i’ as in ‘pic.’ The emphasis is on the third syllable (cet). Now, you’ll probably find yourself going around saying it all day.