Grasses hiss, my gumboots slap
Across the meadow I cut a path
After last night’s damaging storm
Wildflowers open in morning sun
Testing for warmth
In a day just begun
Dragonflies rumble, their sound barely heard
Cut by the cry of a hunting bird
Prey tremble, guardian shadows take flight
Red sandy road on opposite side
Doing the rounds for what’s left alive
I spot a butterfly
A mix of weeds, wild strawberry, stone
Holds the butterfly, silent, alone
Her colors stripped to lace
Nearby, the wasp nest strikes up a tune
The symphony of life that comes with hot noon
Color and motion renewed
© Liz Husebye Hartmann (2025)
The challenge? Write a story in exactly 6 sentences based on Denise’s one word prompt: LACE. Visit, comment, and write & post your own on SIX SENTENCE STORIES. The Café is open. Come as you are!
Valley of the Trolls 
A lovely image created in my mind, …the testing for warmth, …sheer poetry in itself,…💫
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Thank you!
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in bloom
no need
to preoffer doom
protect and survive!
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Oh my, this is lovely!
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Thank you, Keith! 🙂
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What a beautiful addition to this week’s six sentences! Bravo!
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Thank you, Violet. Glad it hit a right note! 💐
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The air from the open window ( with all the sights & scents) as your ink came to be, is as clearly felt as it is imagined, Liz.
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Thank you, Nick! Glad it came across!
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This is the perfect coupling of sound, sight and touch in one phrase: ” The symphony of life that comes with hot noon color.” Nice. Really nice.
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Thank you, Misky. Especially meaningful when delivered by you, wordsmith to the finest degree!
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❤️
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Your descriptors are wonderful…..I felt as though I was walking along!
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Good company on a cool summer morning. Thank you, Ann!
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What a gorgeous poem… I’m smiling so much!
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So happy to make you smile! ⚘
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“A mix of weeds, wild strawberry, stone
Holds the butterfly, silent, alone
Her colors stripped to lace”
very sensual verse and most excellent prompt word application
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Thank you, Clark. Great prompt word!
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Nicely done, Liz.
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Thank you!
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Nice sound in these lines:
“Doing the rounds for what’s left alive
I spot a butterfly”
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Thanks for your kind comment, Frank!
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A stunning verse, Liz.
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Thank you, Nancy! 🙃
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