Mad Dance


A Day in Sunshine – Digital Art by Wild Thing

Candle lit hall
Voices … laughter
Wild music
Some danced
Others ate

Games of chance
Fortunes told
Jugglers … acrobats
Weave in and out

An assault
On the senses
Bright … bold
Exotic scents
Roving eyes

Above it all
Upon his throne
The King
With jaded eye
Observes all

Buxom women
For position
He comments
Giggles with
False modesty
Answer him

As if
From thin air
Gold and
Sapphires with
Rubies and
Amethyst appear
Time stops
Or did it

Dashing men
At claiming
The bright treasure
Their success

Its glitter
Captures the eye
Of the King
He watches
The failures
One by one

He must
Possess this

As he walks
With purpose
The crowd opens
A path
Before him
Until he stands
Before this beauty

First attempt
Angered slightly
Bemused greatly
He waits

The treasure moves
Just a bit
To the right
As if
To go around

The king moves
To block
An odd chess
Game begins
A move here
A block there

The King
With a
Hearty laugh
Grabs the treasure
Claims it
For his own

Looking into
The sapphires
His lips kiss
Ruby ones
Golden hair
In his hands

As the treasure
It was a mad
Beautiful thing
And the dance
Had just begun

Wild Thing©2017

Prompt 2.14
Writing Rebels

Apple Pie


8 – BALL Rack ’em Up! – photo by Wild Thing

I love to shoot pool. I shoot in several leagues and numerous tournaments at the end of the season: team, singles, doubles, 8-ball, 9-ball … you name the game and there are tournaments for it.

One year, my women’s team and I were in the Wisconsin State Team Tournament in the Dells at the Kalahari Resort. This was a 3 day tournament so we would need to stay the weekend. The Kalahari is a pretty swanky place and expensive; to save money, we reserved rooms at a Super 8 that was close by. We always brought food and drinks with us to help keep costs down as well.

One of our yearly rituals was for Sally to make her Apple Pie. It is a homemade liquor and I’m not sure what all is in it, but I know apple cider, cinnamon and Everclear (a grain alcohol that is 190 proof) is in it. She would make gallons for this weekend. It is great cold or hot and it tastes just like apple pie! You could drink it nonstop so easily; there was a caveat with it though, if you were not familiar with it, you would end up drunk before you knew what hit you.

Before the start of a tournament we always gathered for drink to talk strategy and just chill out and it helped to pump us up too. Just before we would leave, Sally got out the Apple Pie. We each lifted a glass in a silent toast then drank it down. Then with cues in their cases and well a stocked briefcase looking bag with our apple pie we went out the door.

Two matches later we were done shooting until noon the next day. We locked the cues up and kept the bag with the Apple Pie in it. It was party time! We table hopped from team to team that still had to play as start times were staggered. Men’s teams were there too, so we stopped at their tables as well. It was all part of the fun to stop and chat, cheer, flirt if it was called for and catch up on tournament gossip, (which men are far worse than women!) then move on to the next table of friends.

As we roamed around the tournament site, we decided that we would try to help our one teammate “get lucky”. She had complained that she had no boyfriend and was feeling a little, shall we say, “Affectionate”.  The acronym for the tournament was WAMO and we were calling it the WAMO Dating game. We made up the rules as we went along just nonsense; people laughed at our ridiculousness. Anyone who agreed to be in the game was given a drink of Apple Pie. This had to be done carefully it was against the rules to bring any kind of “carry in” to the tournament. To enforce this, there were rent-a-cops walking around to watch for it.

My team was known for walking up to various guys and grabbing them in the butt if we thought the butt was worthy of it. In our quest for game contestants as we were walking from table to table, we were checking out butts. If we found one worth grabbing, it was grabbed. Then of course, a shot of Apple Pie had to be drunk! When we stopped to sit and chat with a team, we’d yell “Team Drink!” and out came the Apple Pie.

I still smoked at this time and so did my teammate Sally. When we wanted to have a smoke, we had to go outside. This could take time as we would stop to talk to those coming in and there might be a butt that needed grabbing as well. At one point, Sally and I made our way outside to have a cigarette and while out there we visited with other players smoking. Out from the coat pockets came the flasks of Apple Pie to share with those there. We finished our smokes put them out and went back in filled with bonhomie and Apple Pie. All the while Sally and I talked and laughed our way back; we came up on a gentleman walking right in front of us. Sally elbows me thought it was a security guard; but it wasn’t! It was a Wisconsin State Patrolman. I could see what she couldn’t, the patch on his shoulder.

Before I knew what was happening she reached out and grabbed his right buttock! The side that his gun was on! As she’s reaching I could hear me yell “Noooo Sallyyyyyy don’tttttt!” in that kind of low, long, slow motion voice you hear in movies.  I reached to try and stop her but I was too late, her hand had a handful of his butt and she was holding on for all she was worth!

He whirled around to see two grown women with their hands out, one laughing hysterically and the other looking scared to death! All I could think was that we were off to jail! I’m sure he thought his gun was being stolen. I started to wonder what the penalty was for misdemeanor sexual assault of a police officer was. When she looked up and realized it wasn’t a security guard, she says “Oops, sorry officer!”

Interesting side fact about my friend Sally, she has dentures and rarely wears them. When she does, like this time, and is drunk, like this time, they tend to slip and sometimes partially come out of her mouth, like they did this time. So the word “officer” came out kind of something like “offither”, with some spittle that landed on his tie which she quickly tried to wipe off with one hand and with the other she took her teeth out and showed them to him and lisped “These fuckin’ things drive me crazy!” I thought “That’s it; we’re goin’ to the local pokey for sure!”

I started to talk and by that I mean sweet talk as fast as I could. I explained to him about our little game. How she thought he was a security guard, that she wasn’t trying to take his gun, she didn’t mean anything by it and on and on I went. I don’t know if it was anything I said, or if it was Sally standing there grinning at him toothless, but he finally smiled at us and said just be careful next time.  To which Sally said she would grab his left cheek next time! He roared and walked away. I stood there shocked expression on my face then just cracked up laughing! She popped her teeth back in her mouth, smiled at me and I laughed even harder.

It all started with Apple Pie.

Wild Thing©2016


The 4-Mile


The 4 Mile – photo by Wild Thing

One of the things I can say about my life is that I have never shied away from a new experience. I’m always up for expanding my horizons. This adventuresome spirit has to say the least, gotten me into trouble at times. I often deny this tendency only for form’s sake while laughing the entire time! One time in particular comes to mind.

Back in the very early days of my marriage, both my husband and I bartended at the local bar in addition to our full time day jobs; we had just bought an old farmhouse and the extra income was to pay for the remodeling it so desperately needed. It was only on the weekends and once in a while the occasional weeknight.

One particularly dreary Friday night in the middle of winter, my husband was bartending. There were only 2 customers in the bar, a friend of ours and me. The three of us were talking about this and that. Our friend and I were trying to decide what to do. There was no pool table in the bar, it was too small and there were no other activities like darts, etc.

We fell into companionable silence, then I perked up and with mischief in my eyes, I said, “Why don’t we go to the 4-mile!?” Now before I go further, I should explain that the 4-Mile was a Gentlemen’s Club. The ladies there stripped completely naked … and it had been in business in our little town for many years.

Our friend laughed and said “Ok.” but my husband said “NO WAY!” Of course I asked why not, I had never been to a strip bar before and I thought it would be a great thing to do on a boring night. Besides, the three of us had done many things together that were firsts for all of us. Getting our first tattoos being one. (Another one of my ideas which come to think of it, a lot of our firsts usually are.)

He was firm though and said, “The only reason I say no is because I can’t go with the two of you.” Our friend laughed and asked him if he didn’t trust us. My husband looked at us and said, “No, I don’t. You two need me with to keep you out of trouble.” This was ridiculous in my opinion and I said so and our friend agreed.  My husband wasn’t having any of it. “Uh uh… first, you,” and he points to me, “will make some smart ass comment and the next thing I know you,” and he points to our friend, “will get into a fight defending her, and the next thing I know, I’m getting a call from the county jail to come get your sorry asses! So no … you’re not going to the 4-Mile!”

Well … fast-forward 3 years later. The three of us were on our way to a nearby town’s annual city celebration. You know the kind they have in the summer, parade, fireworks, carnival, beer tent with entertainment. We had just left when we weren’t but a fourth of a mile down the road, when it began to pour. We were on the motorcycles and we had to get off the highway. We were not dressed for riding in a torrential downpour.

If you haven’t guessed by now, we had to pull into the 4-mile; it was a fourth mile down from where we lived, hence its name. I was delighted! Finally I was going to get to go to a strip bar. So we walk in dripping wet, our leather soaked and heavy. At the bar we ordered our drinks. I was appalled to find out I had to pay $5.00 for a Diet Coke!!!! Please don’t say, well that’s not too bad, it’s a strip club after all. This was in Wisconsin … in the 80’s! We don’t pay $5.00 for a mixed drink today even in a regular bar! $3.50 is the going rate!

As I had promised right before walking in that I would be good, (to guess who under the threat of being made to sit under awning outside) I said nothing. We turned around on our stools to watch the show. My husband was on my right side, our friend on my left. Did I mention that the three of us practically did everything together in those days? If I didn’t, my apologies, we practically did everything together in those days.

The girl on stage got naked to some music and I was more interested in watching the men and their behavior, which was amusing to say the least. Some I knew and many I didn’t know. When the music was done, she was done and left the stage.

The next girl came on the stage, wiped down the pole with some sort of spray and a white towel, put them off to the side and then took her place by the pole. She nodded to another girl off to the side. Music started and she began to dance.

Now, I thought perhaps she would be different from the girl before her, nope she did the exact same dance moves as the one before her. I thought it was odd that she didn’t do something different, something to get more tips, then I saw that the men gave her just as many tips as the girl before her. I realized that men really didn’t care about what the girls were doing so much as what the girls were showing them.

I chuckled to myself and continued to observe. Being as good as good can be.

It wasn’t long, that a girl came up to my husband and asked him for a dollar. (Quick note here, the girls ask the customers for dollars for the jukebox so they have music to dance to. Would have been nice to have been told that ahead of time don’t you think?) She had a wad of dollars in her hand and as I watched him dig a dollar bill out of his pocket, I politely, and I swear it was politely, asked, “Why are you asking him for a dollar, when you already have a handful?”

Her head whipped around and she gives me the once over and then with the dirtiest of looks says to me “Shut the fuck up you biker slut!” Now, I know I promised to be good, but really, what would you do? I of course was not going to take that insult sitting down.

I stood up and looked her in the eye and said, “What did you call me you little whore?” (She was like 4’8” and weighed 89 pounds so even in her platforms at 5’6” we were eye to eye.)

Well … you can imagine what happened then. She had a boyfriend there so he got involved calling me the not very nice “C” word for which he received a broken nose from our friend and before you know it, it was an all out bar room brawl. The one bouncer grabbed our friend and me by our collars and dragged us to the door. My husband followed behind yelling, “I’ll get them out, let go of them!”

After the door slammed shut, we stood blinking in the daylight it had stopped raining. My husband stood looking at the two of us and said “See! I told you two what would happen if you two went to a strip bar!”

I really hate when he’s right.

Forgive My Absence

Dear Readers & Followers ...

Forgive my absence ... 
Last week I lost a close friend in
a car accident 
the past week has been 
to say the least
a haze ... drifting though memories
I tried to write about it 
there were no words
still aren't
someday perhaps
words will come
if not ... that's ok too

Wild Thing ©2016



Be Different . . .

Horrible first day
No friends
Made fun of her 

She came home
Went right upstairs 

Grandma waiting
Saw her
Tear stained face 

Mamma too busy
Making supper
Didn’t look up 

In her head
She heard Grandma
   “What’s the matter honey?” 

They always spoke
Mamma said it was rude 

“Nothing Grandma …”

   “Don’t you nothing me” 

“I’m sorry … “ 

   “Now tell me, what’s wrong.” 

“They made fun of me Grandma.” 

   “Why ever for?” 

“You know why … I’m different.” 

   “You don’t look different. 
    You look just like them!” 

“OH Grandma you know what I mean!” 

   “I certainly do not!” 

“They know what we are Grandma.” 

   “What we ARE? And what are we dear?”

“That we’re witches … “ 

   “Oh that, so what of it? 
    It’s not a bad thing.” 

“They called me awful names Grandma and 
 they spit on me.” 

Not at her
At them
Just as quickly
It was gone 

   “That’s their ignorance honey, their fear talking.
    You see, they just don’t understand how wonderful 
    you are … how gifted … one day they will. Then you 
    will see … they will come to you … asking you for 
    your help … when they can’t help themselves … 
    they will forget how they treated you today … 
    they will only remember that you are different … 
    that you can help them … it will be your 
    difference that will make you irreplaceable 
    to them.” 

“Grandma that’s so old fashioned.” 

   “Child, it may be old fashioned, but as Rhett 
    told Scarlett ‘that is the one unforgivable 
    sin in any society. Be different and be damned!’ 
    And we have always been different dear, BUT 
    we have never been damned. We have always been 
    blessed. Tomorrow will be a better day and the 
    day after that even better. By the end of two 
    weeks you’ll make a friend or two who won’t 
    care who you are. Just be who you are … 
    be yourself, your beautiful self my dear.
    Now wash your face and come down it’s time to 
    learn your other lessons … I believe it’s 
    herbs today isn’t it?” 

“Yes Grandma… I will, and it is herbs today.”

Wild Thing ©2016

Written for Writing Rebels
Prompt #42
Writing Rebelsm

No Tell Motel


Neon Beacon – photo by Wild Thing

Noisy highway
Just beyond
As secret lovers
Come and go
Lonely night
At No Tell Motel

In shadows
Fervent kisses
Drive safe …
She promises
“Shit” he exhales
As she leaves

Looking up
Neon signs
Glow brightly
Naked pain
Mixed with love
Washed in orange

Highway silent
Signs buzz
His foot
Snuffs out
His cigarette
Door closes
On No Tell Motel

Wild Thing ©2016



Time and Space – photo by Wild Thing

I decided to unplug
just for a day
to lose myself in thought
to rejuvenate
and reconnect
get grounded
then as an Aquarius 
often will do
another thought
came along then another
soon I was star riding
zooming the cosmos
the nerve endings 
firing rapid fast
then before I knew it
I had lost track
of time and place
then faintly
I heard echoes
calling to me
and so I returned
to find
I'd been gone 
a week when I thought
it had only been 
a day

Wild Thing ©2016

The Battle for Balance


When Day Resembled Night – photo by Wild Thing

The Battle for Balance

Heart pounding she ran to the middle of a circle of tall stones. Reaching down she withdrew her wand from its sheath checking to make sure her protection bag was secured to her girdle; with a flick of her wand, a circle of bright flames spread around the stones. Whirling around with wand at the ready, she peered into the darkness to where she thought her pursuer was. All was silent in the woods. She had prepared for this moment all her life.

Suddenly a Dark haired woman came running straight for her and abruptly stopped at the flames. Her eyes narrow and she said to her opponent, “Why the circle of protection? Are you afraid of me?”

Tilting her chin up defiantly tossing her pale waist length hair, she replied, “Nay, I’ll let you in and then close it again. The circle is to keep out others while we do what we must.” As she said this, two Dragons appeared overhead circling on the wind currents. The moon came out from behind the clouds.

The Dark One said, “Are you implying I cheat cousin?”

“I’m not implying it, I’m saying it.” The Light One snorted as she opened a space in the fire with her wand allowing the Dark One into the circle. As soon as she was in, the flames closed behind her. She turned around to watch it and shook her head. “Such distrust.” She mumbled.

Facing each other they marveled. It was like looking into a mirror. The only exception was the hair and eye color. One blond and blue eyed the other black hair and black eyes. The Light and the Dark. Without warning, each had a flash of pain in their head that was as if lightning had struck them. The Dark One fell to the ground screaming, the Light One dropped to one knee, free hand to her head the other still holding her wand. She moaned, but no screams passed from her lips.

Above one dragon dipped and screeched seeming as if he would crash to earth. The Dark One clutching her wand began to get up. The dragon seemed to catch himself just in time and caught a wind current. She finally was on her feet weaving slightly. The Light One was already to her feet and steady. “Why fight it?” She said. “You know how it is supposed to be. I am the One. It was ordained at the beginning.”

“Because I want it. Just because they say it’s so doesn’t mean it has to be that way.” Replied the Dark One.

“But if you fight it, you will die. Isn’t it better to live? In peace, in love?” Asked the Light One softly.

“Without power? No! Why should you rule just because it was ordained? Why should I not rule instead?” The Dark One said angrily.

“It will destroy you. You know that. Why do this to yourself? I don’t understand why you would want do that.” The Light One looked at her incredulously.

“Better to live a short life with power, than a long one in obscurity. With power, the people will love me and look up to me. They will say how beautiful I am, how noble and gracious! They will shower me with accolades and glory. I will show them how giving I am. They will be impressed with my knowledge and how I care for them!” She cried. “Don’t you see? Why is it always all about you?”

“I don’t want all those things, and it was never all about me. It is for the greater good. I see I can’t make you understand. So be it. Let it be known that I loved you. I never wanted it to be like this. I had hoped to change your mind even though I was told this was how it was to be.” With that the Light One took a step closer and raised her wand.

The Dark One straightened up raising hers. Again the flashing light came into their heads but this time they were prepared for it. It spread throughout their bodies and as it spread it grew. It became bolder, brighter, and stronger, almost as if it were a living and breathing thing itself. As it connected between them it grew and filled the area. In the sky the light seemed to emanate above and grow from the two dragons as well; filling the sky until night seemed to become day and the moon was eclipsed by their bright light.

It grew both above and below until it reached its zenith then shattering into a million shards of light. The two fell to the ground and the dragons above crashed to earth shaking the trees as they hit. Then the shards of light dissipated into a mist that drifted down into the body of the Light One where she lay. The Dark One lay not far away, eyes wide open in disbelief, she was dead. There was a slight rustling noise just before her body turned to ash, as did the one dragon. A slight breeze came along and lifted the ashes of the two up on its currents and carried them away.

The ring of flames around the stones disappeared. The moon shone down on the Light One and the Dragon next to her. Neither seemed to be moving or alive for that matter. A slight flinching of muscle under the dragon’s skin soon disproved that. He wasn’t dead … yet. Weakly, he turned his head to look at the Light One. She lay a mere six inches from his wing. Slowly, using every ounce of strength he had, he inched his wing over to her. He had to stop and rest every two inches. Finally, reaching deep within, he pushed through the last two inches and his wing rested on her arm. He dropped his head drained.

It didn’t matter. The connection had been made. Their bodies began to glow. Not with the intense light of before, but a newer glowing light that was silver. The Dragon’s body began to writhe and then to seem to shed its form, shrinking in size all the while morphing into another shape entirely. His feet turning into legs, wings into arms, torso into a body, the head into that of a man’s. When the transformation had completed, his hand slipped from her arm and the glowing abruptly stopped.

Now in the Dragon’s place lay a man next to the Light One. They were both breathing shallowly … barely.

Wild Thing