An anxious morning. |
When the last butterfly flitted off my back screen, I sipped more of my coffee in morning serene. On a rare day sans work, second cup in my hand, I again watched the butterfly ballet so grand. Yet serenity left as if chased by a boar with a ring of the phone and a knock at the door. It was like simultaneous chaos from Mars-- lost was butterfly ballet to exploding stars. So I gathered my nerves in a dust pan of tense adamant that this sudden shock did not make sense. As I answered the phone with my eyes to the back, further door knocking caused me more panic attack. Now I was blowing bubbles--what more can I say? Peace and quiet no more nor my lovely ballet. I spoke into the phone saying, “Can you please hold?” then approached the door cautiously, feeling quite cold. (I am a tiny Buddha alone in my thought shaken by morn’s disruption--I’m Gordian knot. Torn away is the ballet from butterfly wings and bestowed with this synchronous call, of all things.) (No, no butterfly ballet would frighten me so; wings of Heaven assuaging taut nerves--apropos. Now the morning delightfulness gives way to grist; tender loin to fried chicken, flat palm to a fist.) I approached like a thief to the door with knock’s din all the while a-wonder about letting in some unseen morning visitor on the attack ousting ballet of butterfly, void of all tact. So I inched to the peephole with strain in my neck and upon seeing nothing I thought, What the heck? Then as I put my ear to the door (open wide), I could hear heavy breathing on the other side. I thus called for identity--no response came; in my mind thoughts then formed of some predator’s game. With a start and a shake I dashed back to the phone thinking maybe the twilight had misplaced its zone. On the phone, barely audible, whispering voice: “Please don’t answer the door, please don’t make the wrong choice.” There were butterflies dancing inside me that day when I looked at the door and chased anxious away. 40 Lines Anapestic Tetrameter Writer’s Cramp 9-12-15 Requirements: 1.) Setting: Your character is enjoying a second cup of coffee on a rare day off, the phone rings at the same time there is a knock at the door. 2.) Include the following: --the last butterfly --blowing bubbles --a tiny Buddha --fried chicken --heavy breathing |