I looked up at the clock on the windowsill. It was obvious that time was running out. New candles needed.
Monthly Archives: May 2019
Crimson’s creative challenge #29
Filed under Factual, Flash fiction, History, Self compositions, Whimsical
samiscribbles weekend writing prompt #107 #spin
Gaydon had been celebrating. Darts night in The Cottage Inne and his team had just won. It was time to go home. Rosie, his wife would be waiting up for him. On his way he saw some people dancing in the moonlight. They grabbed his hands and he found himself spinning faster and faster till he collapsed. He awoke alone and continued his walk home to tell Rosie he had been pixie-led. Fool, she said, you should have turned your coat inside out and you would have been safe from their spells.
Filed under As you read it, Factual, Flash fiction, History, Inspired by fable, Old knowledge, Self compositions
Ronovan writes #Weekly #Haiku #Prompt #255
If your team are fast
when you enter the pit lane
then all is not lost
Filed under Factual, Haiku, Self compositions, Sporting Life, Whimsical
Crimson’s Creative Challenge #28
Aproaching the twilight of my earth bound time I made a personal pilgrimage to the Tuscan countryside of my youth. The farmhouse was strikingly familiar, memories came flooding back. Despite the passage of over fifty years I still held the fantasy that as I approached the stable door that familiar long blonde nose framed with gold, would peer out and in that curiously American accent my great friend, with his own particular lip-smacking sound would greet me as before; ready to offer advice and his own style of philosophical thought. Sadly it was not to be, “Mister Ed,” the wonderful talking horse was long gone to the glue factory in the sky.
Filed under As you read it, Flash fiction, History, Self compositions, T V nostalgia, Whimsical
Weekend Writing Prompt #106 – Zodiac
The creatures of the earth were offered to the maiden. A lion, bull, goat, ram, scorpion, crab, fish from the sea. Chosen twins held the scales, as the water-bearer performed her ritual. The archer, bow in hand stood guard over the ancient ceremony.
Ronovan writes #Haiku #254 Sweet and heart
Sweet were her kisses
with betrayal in her heart
lies behind a smile
Filed under As you read it, Factual, Haiku, On the lines of romance, Self compositions
Thursday photo prompt #Wicker #writephoto
In the field there danced three witches
no bones nor flesh just willow switches,
holding hands they whirled around
though their feet never left the ground,
while all who watched were filled with glee
laughing at their transparency
nothing to worry us here they said
one good fire and the witch is dead.
Filed under Comic verse, Inspired by fable, Old knowledge, Self compositions, Whimsical
Carpe Diem #1665 Tan Renga – “Miscanthus bud”
another year is gone
a traveler’s shade on my head,
straw sandals at my feet
Bashō
moments, like a passing breeze
served as tutor for my soul
Filed under As you read it, faith, Old knowledge, On the lines of romance, Self compositions
IWH Haiku/Senryu Challenge #19
artist unattributed
Her arms held aloft
celebrating her breakthrough.
the glass ceiling smashed.
Filed under Alternative history, As you read it, Haiku, Self compositions
MLMM photo challenge #263
photo – Christo Dagorov
This gives a whole new meaning to having chapped lips.
Filed under Self compositions, Whimsical
When the pen takes control. 