Seeking Refuge

Simply Marquessa hosts #FictionFriday, inviting us to respond to a song lyric prompt with a piece of fiction in any form. This week the prompt is “I’ve been all around the world and as a matter of fact, there’s only one place left I wanna go…” from Bon Jovi, Jennifer Nettles – Who Says You Can’t Go Home.

Here is my humble offering.


Ran away from home.

Mojitos and canapés,

Cruise ships and dog sleds.


Airfare, train tickets,

Fast food and bottled water.

Prodigal returns.


Ran away from home.

Molotovs and hand grenades,

Cruise missiles, drone strikes.


Sarin, terrorists,

Out of food, water poisoned.

Nowhere to return.



The Cycle

Photo credit: S.T. Ranscht

#PoetsForPeace will accept your poem until August 31, 2016.

We will combine all contributions and welcome suggestions for what to do with the resulting collaborative Poem…”The Poem Heard ‘Round the World” something that would make Gandhi, the Dalai Lama, and Martin Luther King Jr. sigh.” #PoetsForPeace


The Cycle

by S.T. Ranscht

Dark Age
ignorance, destruction, violence
the fearful band together
to contain, restrain, constrain
civilizing this Time’s
Golden Age
to question, create, explore
achieving complacence
once again

Shadows creep unnoticed from horizon
into unwary hearts that have no fear
or sense of other
or of love
Their first act shocks the world
to flurry anguish settling
to comfortable couch outrage
binge-watching shoot-em-ups
from the fifties

Was that the news
or just another episode
of mass shooting senseless violence reckless hate?

What can we do?
What can anybody do?
It is insane.
I see no hope.
Yes, this is a very comfortable couch.

Until it isn’t
Springs poke through
Too much anger, frustration, discontent
the hundredth monkey finally arriving
after the third act
or the fifth
or tenth

Standing to make room
swallowing their fear with the blood flowing
past their homes. along their streets, in their veins
until it boils
to purify us all

and birth