I’m interrupting my NaPoWriMo magnetic poetry series for a day to interject my response to Jane Dougherty’s Sunday Strange Microfiction Challenge from two Sundays ago.
“How can you shift what would have been the border?”
This one folds out; it’s collaged on a political mailer I got for last fall’s primary election. I’ve been wanting to try one of these for awhile, and the painting Jane posted worked perfectly.
It also continues a series of “What She Saw” responses to Jane’s prompts.
I’m behind on Jane’s microfiction challenges, but the paintings are in a folder, and I’ll get to them as I have time. The angels are on my mind for sure.
Back to the Magnetic Oracle tomorrow.
Another ambiguous situation in a Jane Dougherty painting prompt. I decided to go for optimism, even though that’s not my general state of mind these days. Here’s the inspiration painting, by Iliya Repin:
And my response:
The last Postcard Fiction I did before this one was also a painting by Iliya Repin, “Freedom”, a prompt from way back in September. I liked it so much I did it twice, and I’ll post both of them one of these days. I collected Jane’s other microfiction prompts between that one and this one in a folder; time, of course, always gets in the way of intentions.
One thing I did during our blog break was to enter a lot of juried art shows and submit both poetry and art to journals, which I find takes a lot of time, not to mention the fact that most journals won’t accept work published on a blog. Eight of my Postcard Fictions were entered for a show of “art on paper”, but I won’t hear about acceptance or rejection until mid-January.
Jane Dougherty’s microfiction challenge this week once again provokes the question: what does she see?
The quaking house shook me awake.
After a long grey winter…it was seeking romance, fields of flowers, room to play, and spring.
If anyone asks where we are going, just say outside and beyond sleep.
I’m just along for the ride.
I actually had a completely different idea when I started this response to Jane Dougherty’s microfiction challenge this week. The painting prompt is below:
First the junk mail I chose (for a gallery opening) had a strange silvery dot figure on it which I decided to incorporate into the background. Then the words jumped out of my word oracle box. Then, I thought I would add a bird…
Well, it just escalated from there. I have a box of animals too.
I got the name “postcard fiction” from one of Merril’s commenters, who looked up microfiction to see how it was defined. It works for me!