Monthly Archives: April 2019

I Write Her Weekly Haiku/Senryu Challenge #17

the-window“At the Window” – Juliana Kolesova

Bereft of habit,

the tonsured friar gazes.

in contemplation.

 

 

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Look, all that I’m saying is that the Maori have the Haka, the Polynesians the Hula, and England, well, we have Morris Dance.

A fine, illuminating anecdote incorporating three of my interests, enjoy

The Diesel-Electric Elephant Company.

Yesterday was an “Open Day” at Venetian Marina (Middlewich Branch, Shropshire Union, Cheshire), and there were many fine experiences to be had.

I had a pootle on and a steer of Venetian Hire Boat’s new baby “Day” and “Weekender” boat, Barcarolle. More of that in a post soon. Most splendid, most splendid indeed.

Narrowboat Glass were there (they are based in the marina, so it would be peculiar were they had they not been there). More of that in a post soon, too.

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The bunting was out, the weather played nicely – a surprise in itself, after the previous day’s wind and rain and coolth. The Doggie boat was there, the Rag boat was there, the Pirate boat was there. There were wood-carvers, jewellery-makers, canvas cover repairers, River & Canal Rescue, local radio and all sorts of weirdos, myself included.

The day was punctuated by live performances of various sorts.

Cheshire…

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RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #251 Plucked&Played

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Keenly plucked strings

played the pizzicato way,

rhythm and refrain.

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samiscribbles Weekend writing prompt #103Vulnerable

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Your heart on your sleeve

can leave you vulnerable

to exploitation,

although such love is fickle

it educates us in life

 

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#SoCS 27th April 2019 #limerick #xp

There was a young teenager from Lee

whose breasts grew exponentially

with each day that passed

she needed new bras

it became rather embarrassing you see.

 

 

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Colleen’s Tanka Tuesday Poetry Challenge. Global & Warming #tanka

p-challenge-header (1)Multi-national,

a word with so much meaning

oft-times menacing

Cheering only to owners,

shareholders and Directors

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MLMM’s Heeding Haiku With Chèvrefeuille, April 24th 2019, something different

The Winter holly

festooned with blood red baubles.

Fast food in the snow.

 

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Crimson’s Creative Challenge #24

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The church was full today. The whole town had gathered to say a heart-felt goodbye to one of their oldest residents, Jan Prideaux. Eighty four years of age, old Jan had continued working until the day he died. Like his father and grandfather before him,  masters of their trade. Now the village would no longer have a blacksmith. As a boy he had cut his teeth shoeing the horses from the farm, the big house and the local hunt stables.  All had succumbed to changing times. Motor cars, tractors and the demise of hunting with dogs. No more would the smithy ring to the sound of  hammer blows, the hiss of steam from drenched iron or the wheeze of the bellows keeping the raging fire aglow.  It was fitting that Jan would be carried through the doors so beautifully decorated with the crafted ironwork of his last commission.

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Results of Morgen’s 100-word competition: March 2019

via Results of Morgen’s 100-word competition: March 2019

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April 22, 2019 · 3:16 pm

MLMM’s #Sunday Writing Prompt- “Choose an Antique”

C5AD08B7-7A1B-4FDF-BA3E-C98CD1098D51Graham inserted the key. Behind him Julie nibbled her upper lip and looked at the peeling paint on the once dark-blue door. He seemed to her to be taking a long time and it was cold standing out here on the dark doorstep. There was very little light from the street lamp on the opposite side of the road. At last he said, “That’s got it,” and pushed the door open before reaching for the light-switch. The hall stayed dull as if the lamp was operating on low power. “After you,” he  reached behind her and stood to one side as she entered, “the first door on the right,”. She took a step forward and turning the handle indicated, pushed the door open. He reached past her and flicked another switch, this time the light was brighter. “Welcome in,” he smiled, “what do you think of it?”

Julie looked around, her first impression was she had entered a Victorian boudoir with two large armchairs, a dresser with a large mirror and old-fashioned china ornaments. A tall dark wood bookcase filled one wall. The top two shelves were crammed with very old looking books in leather binding. She realised that it was probably these which gave the room it’s distinctive, rather unpleasant smell. If she was going to visit him again she would have to do something about that. A strange thought occurred to her that it smelt like something long dead.

Graham looked at her nervously, he could sense something wrong. He hoped that she would not be another of his guests who got frightened and asked to leave before his fun began.

 

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