Strong Penelope
who kept faith to the return
of her brave husband,
and her sense of elation
on their day of reckoning
Monthly Archives: Dec 2018
COLLEEN’S WEEKLY #TANKA TUESDAY #POETRY CHALLENGES NO. 116 Belief & Joy #SYNONYMSONLY
Filed under Inspired by fable, Self compositions, Tanka
MLMM’s #Heeding Haiku With Chèvrefeuille, December 26th 2018
Back home from the War,
many uncertain if by,
luck or God’s judgment
Filed under As you read it, Factual, faith, Haiku, Self compositions
COLLEEN’S WEEKLY #TANKA TUESDAY #POETRY CHALLENGES NO. 115, Fly & Sing #SYNONYMSONLY
From on high we hear
a shower, a melody,
of light, gilded rain,
seldom seen the skylark, who
soars aloft in tuneful voice
Filed under Factual, nature inspired, Self compositions, Tanka
RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #233 Chaste&Blush
A frail gauze goblet
hides the chaste blush of the rose
sips shared by lovers
Filed under As you read it, Haiku, nature inspired
Alphabet haiku #LetterY
Yucky yetis yowl,
yodelling yeomen yoke yaks
yields yellow yoghurt.
Filed under Haiku, Inspired by fable, nature inspired, Self compositions, Whimsical
The final journey
Lately departed,
borne on ebony shoulders
solemn eyes, brows creased,
handfuls of damp, scattered earth
start to dance upon the wood
Filed under Uncategorized
Sue Vincent’s #Thursday photo prompt: Setting #writephoto
And all those gathered on the Plain of Saarkand breathed a sigh of relief as one.
For as they looked to the East, the first rays of the New Sun arose over the hill that was called The Old Maid’s breast.
The harsh days of the cold season were past until the dark days arrived once more, as ordained by the Spirits of Earth and Sky.
With the rising of the sun the dark shadow of the beast, which the more superstitious among them had perceived as Kerhaan, the Dragon of Darkness, began to fade and crumble into glowing silver clouds. Soon to fall as life-giving rain on the high mountains. The rivers would flow freely once more down to the barren plain.
So would begin the new life phase.
Encouraged by the daily, ever-rising heat of the sun and the watering of the beast’s blood the farmers could once more begin the tilling of the earth and the sowing of the seed.
The Elders would continue to offer the sacrifice to the Ancestors and if they were not displeased once more would they fill the grain stores and feed their flocks.
Life for all would be good again.
MLMM’s #Heeding Haiku With Chèvrefeuille, December 19th 2018, Candles
Long white lava flows
escape the flickering flame
waxy smoke rising
Filed under As you read it, Haiku, Self compositions
#Sunday Photo Fiction – December 16, 2018
Photo Credit: Anurag Bakhshi
Looking down from our seats in the helicopter it was obvious. Our suspicions were confirmed.
Notwithstanding the difficulty these people must have experienced in transporting themselves, their families and all the materials necessary, to this remote volcanic island. A small piece of land which would not ordinarily merit inclusion on most maps of the world. Somehow they had bypassed all the planning regulations so carefully monitored and enforced by the government.
Instead of the the small group of tents and temporary camp the wild-life film crew had assured them would be all that was necessary, they had managed to build a virtual community. They had built everything, houses, a school, shopping mall and all the other needs of a small town.
The planning officer would not be very happy when I returned with the film footage.
Filed under Flash fiction, Self compositions, Whimsical
RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #232 Foot&Mouth
With an open mouth,
you may put your foot in it,
size doesn’t matter
Filed under As you read it, Haiku, Self compositions, Whimsical
When the pen takes control. 