This week’s Friday Fictioneer’s photo is this:
Copyright – Ted Strutz
The ferryboat left the harbour at dawn. The children sat at a separate table, drinking hot chocolate, laughing.
If all went well they would soon be in Switzerland far from the fascist police, if they were lucky.
A short trip, no more than 45 minutes, 19 kilometres to Lugano. Two stops though before they would be safe.
Moshe Ovadia had worked in the municipality of Milan, he’d joined the “party” to avoid problems and keep his job. Now he and his family were pariah, fugitives. All because of his name. He didn’t understand.
The ferry stopped and the police boarded.
Word Count: 100
Maifesto of Race
The Italian Holocaust: The Story of an Assimilated Jewish Community
Italian Life Under Fascism
Walking down the wooded lane, a fence, man’s separation,
I pondered of our need for a form of segregation.
Myth would have it that God punished disobedient humanity,
Exiled from our birthplace, closed off, in a form of segregation.
Men created ghettos and concentration camps in Europe,
Keeping the holy from the damned, a form of segregation.
South Africa for years created “home lands” by constitution,
Keeping whites “safe” from “Bantu”, brutal, a form of segregation.
Now Bastet observes our modern age and sees that god is profit.
Subtle our enlightened age but still a form of segregation.
I tried the Ghazal again…however, it still comes out somber. So be it. I did however find an interesting site which by clicking HERE you can see an illustrated how to in writing a Ghazal. I discovered that the repeated phrase or word is called a radif and the last word of the first line that rhymes with the radif is called a qaafiya. Each couplet is a stand alone poem and there’s no need to have them “tell a story”. Each couplet has to have the same number of syllables in each line.