A chicken farmer’s daughter from Leeds
when told about the birds and the bees,
realised her hens necks were wrung
and if you angered a bee you got stung,
and thought well, this sex thing’s not for me.
Monthly Archives: Aug 2019
Sex education in perspective. #limerick
A chicken farmer’s daughter from Leeds
MLMM’s First Line Friday: August 30th, 2019
“I liked the rush, I liked the crunch. Never did look back at the fallout. Perhaps that was my first and probably biggest mistake. It’s a character trait that has plagued me throughout my life. Happy go lucky, no caring about the consequences of my actions, just settle for the buzz, the adrenalin high. This is beginning to sound like the words of that song, you probably know it, be it upon your own head if you don’t. It goes something like, “Lend me ten pounds and I’ll buy you a drink, and the devil take the hindmost in the morning,” sums me up spot on.
Now to get back to the point, just one backward glance and I would have noticed there was something incredibly wrong with the scene I had left behind. Instead of a mass of red and yellow flame with a sky-obscuring plume of oily smoke there was just a white glow and the crater which should have opened was rapidly filling in again. The whole expanse of earth, tarmac and brush started to flow like a river and no matter how hard I pressed my foot to the throttle, the car was still slowly moving backwards with me in it. This was more than unexpected, it was impossible, surreal and I did not want to be part of it. I surmised that the only way out was to get out and be very quick about it. With one hand I managed to release my seat-belt then I wrenched open my door and rolled out onto my side, leaving the car going away from me. By the time I finished rolling and got unsteadily to my feet I realised the error of my ways. It was like standing on a moving walkway and the sand-covered verge was slowly but surely pulling me back to the bomb-site. I didn’t have much time to figure out my next move. Wishing that I was Superman or any other of my childhood heroes I started to wonder what they would do. Then it hit me.”
Filed under Flash fiction, Otherworldly, Self compositions, Temperatures rising
Crimson’s Creative Challenge #42
Tornado smiled. The feel of the leather harness on his shoulders again. Although he enjoyed standing in his stall while the men and women breathed strange, soothing sounds into his ear whilst scratching his nose and the top of his head, this was what he enjoyed. He heard a familiar shout and holding his head high, leant forward until his shoulders felt the familiar weight. He strained, eager to pull his load. He could hear the rattle of the chains and instinctively knew it was one of the newly felled trees he would be taking down to the mill. An easy job he thought. This would not make his shoulders sore. He heard his shoes ring on the smooth tarmac as he ambled down the road, not realising or caring that he left a trail of broken side shoots and twigs behind as he made his way to the sawmill.
Filed under As you read it, Factual, History, Self compositions, Short story
Heeding Haiku With Chèvrefeuille, August 28th 2019, waterfall
Waterfall (Salto Del Angelo Venezuela)
Look through the spectrum,
a wondrous, moist, mist rises,
rainfall in reverse.
Filed under Factual, Haiku, nature inspired, Otherworldly, Self compositions
COLLEEN’S 2019 WEEKLY #TANKA TUESDAY #POETRY CHALLENGE NO. 142 #SYNONYMS #Cinquain “A vessel gains her reputation ,”
the unruly waves
will reveal the measure
of the craft and her persona
RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #268 Gratitude& Harmony
Gratitude shown, for
each little act of kindness,
Filed under As you read it, Factual, Haiku, Self compositions
Sky writing #Tanka #Weatherwatchers #Cloudspotting
Pink flanked mackerel
in pursuit of silver shoals
across turquoise seas,
messages that all can read
etched above in Babel’s tongues.
Filed under As you read it, Factual, nature inspired, Old knowledge, Self compositions, Tanka
Colleen’s 2019 Weekly #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 141 #PhotoPrompt
Now my voyage ends
here, abandoned to my fate
on this sandy shore,
my message as yet unread
by those who would gain the most.
Filed under On the lines of romance, Self compositions, Tanka
Sammiscribbles Weekend writing prompt #140 – Vintage
Many a good tune
coaxed from the body of a
fine vintage fiddle,
Vigorous use of the bow
and some sensitive plucking.
Filed under No offence intended, On the lines of romance, Self compositions, Tanka
Sunday Writing Prompt 23-8-19, “Train Ticket”
So we boarded the Northern train
in howling winds and stinging rain.
The guard, with duties now performed
gives one last cry of all aboard.
Green flag raised, his whistle blows,
checks the carriage doors all closed.
Whilst stowing cases overhead
released our snorting fiery steed
With metal and mesh racks overflowing
four bare round lamps, all gently glowing.
As we settle back on the velour seating
Our ankles warmed by piped steam heating.
So leaving the station far behind
we catch the rhythm of the lines.
Windows sealed against the chill
the rhythmic, rocking, motion will
enfold us, in it’s gentle arms
as we succumb to it’s lazy charms
After eight long hours the race is run
to our right the rising sun
our destination close ahead
reluctantly our journey’s end.
So sadly we depart the Northern train
Counting the days till we ride it again
Filed under Inspired emotion, On the lines of romance, Self compositions