Little Green Bones

For RDP Thursday: GLABROUS

The leaves of the Holly tree are smooth, inflexible and sharp.

From a distance and up close Holly leaves look  like little green bones that have been glued to tree branches and splashed with  blotches of red.

Photographer Unknown

When it snows and the leaves start to turn white, it looks like the Holly Tree is growing a skin and as the skin stretches over the frame,  you can see the tree the Holly  tree that could have been –

Photo A.M. Moscoso
Holly in The snow
2016

just like a human skeleton in a museum or a forensic lab waiting for an artist to give it back it’s face.

Hugs And Kisses

RDP Monday:  SUPERFLUOUS

 My family would  know true bliss, if the dark cloud that is me would float away, get tangled in some trees or maybe trapped on a mountain side never to be seen or heard from again.

Nobody would have to listen to my laugh like a chimp, ooze and creep around our home like a slug or a hungry blow fly looking for it’s next meal.

My family’s Christmas pictures and family portraits would be something they could share with their family and impose about everyone else.

I would like for them to know that sense of perfection that springs self confidence.

So I am going to stay with them, be with them, attach myself to each breath they take so they will know what it is like to be me –

and I hope they enjoy it as much as I do.

Okay

RDP Wednesday: GALOOT

It’s okay to a loner

it is absolutely  okay to look like a monster who woke up on the ride side of the coffin

it’s okay to never not know what the right thing to say is

it’s okay to be awkward and silly and have a laugh that makes people wince and say, ” what the heck is that sound coming out of your mouth? ”

Some  people will  tell you these are faults-

they are not.

Never let anyone tell you otherwise because that is NOT okay.

EVER.

Where She Stops

RDP Tuesday: GALIVANT

Spooky Halloween carnival game booths with haunted clown and zombie themes at night

WP AI Artwork

The scariest thing at a carnival has NEVER been the side shows, the stomach twisting rides, or the way the sounds carry late at night.

The most macabre thing at the carnival has always been the carousel and the sound of it’s gears twisted and groaning and it’s weird atonal music.

Even movies, books and artwork don’t always show the figures or mounts or menagerie figures as being user friendly.

Get on the wrong carousel and you meet your death, a demon, a ghost. They can be seated next to you, they might be watching you from the midway but they are watching you and you know that once the ride stops, you’re doomed.

Of course I love Carousels.

When I was little, I took my my decision making very seriously. I never just ran on and jumped on the prettiest horse. I would zip around and touch each one and sometimes the animal that grabbed my fancy was a tiger or a lion.

Then I would climb up hope against hope that something would happen and when we stopped, me and my ride would find ourselves at a haunted Carnival where the only thing thicker then the fog that clung to the trees was the smell of cotton candy and peanuts.

Haunted carousel labeled “The Phantom Carousel” with ghostly riders and carnival rides