Laying Aside


laying aside

zen, as he sees it stirring

in the boy’s crotch


This poem was written in response to Carpe Diem #721, priest and morning glory, another great prompt hosted by Chèvrefeuille at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai. All of the poems in the link-up can be read here. In his post, Chèvrefeuille explains that Basho was “interested in homosexuality.” And so, to finish, here’s Frankie Goes to Hollywood –

The Unspeakable

Oscar Wilde lifted his heavy head from the pillow.  With one hand he straightened his abundant Neronian curls, while with the other he stroked Bosie’s cheek that still rested on his ample chest.  Gazing across the room of the Albermarle Hotel, his eyes lit on the hunting scene that was framed in pride of place.

“It’s strange,” Oscar opined (he rarely merely spoke when he could opine or soliloquise and one day he’d have to stop thinking of himself in prose that was quite so purple).

“Strange?” Bosie yawned.

“Strange indeed what people insist on viewing as unspeakable, or not.”


This piece of flash fiction was written for Friday Fictioneers: a story in 100 words prompted by a picture that Rochelle Wisoff-Fields posts every Wednesday. Here’s the link to the stories and this week’s picture is below, copyright Jan Wayne Fields.