Monthly Archives: September 2019

RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #273 Forest&Whisper

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Fading forest light

casts long shadows over lips,

in nervous whisper

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Samiscribbles weekend writing prompt #125 ~A familiar ultimatum

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I sighed in my loudest resigned manner, in the hope that someone, or something, would gauge my anger and frustration. As I replaced another clean puppy pad, the hound-dog from Hell had released another stream of steaming fluid onto the caramel coloured shag pile. Time to make my stand. “That’s it dog, once more and you’re banished,” I shouted, through my smile.

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COLLEEN’S 2019 WEEKLY #TANKA TUESDAY #146 Synonyms only ~Fall & Give ~Fading light

In the beginning

actions at first thought funny

then a little odd,

descent into psychosis

served to provide the answer

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Sue Vincent’s photo prompt: Harbinger #writephoto

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The villagers hated to see the magpie who nested in the old elm tree. To them it seemed  the bird had been sitting up there forever, with it’s mocking call and loud chattering every time any one passed by. It wasn’t so much that they disliked magpies, in fact most admired his contrasting black, blue and white plumage.

To them though this one was different, he had never been seen with a mate, in fact no other magpies had ever been seen or heard near the old tree where he was perpetually on guard. This caused the villagers, both old and young distress, for in accordance with the old, well known saying, “One for sorrow, two for joy, ” it was customary to greet a solitary magpie with a, “Good morning, mister magpie, how’s your wife. ”

To ignore a single magpie was sure to cause evil to the observer. It now seemed that any event that could be ascribed to bad luck was the fault of someone failing to pay the necessary respects to their resident bird. As he  got older he had taken on the mantle of, and was often referred to as, “The Harbinger of Doom.”

Fearful of dire repercussions if they did anything to harm the bird, the villagers realised that all they could do was wait until they saw the bird no more, in the hope that this ill-starred resident had finally taken his leave, then hopefully his place would be taken by a pair or perhaps more of his kind.

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Heeding Haiku With Chèvrefeuille, September 25th 2019, autumn equinox

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For one brief moment

both light and darkness balanced

Autumn tips the scales.

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Crimson’s Creative Challenge #46 #Limerick ~A walk in the woods

downhill-2A spirited girl called Louise

with a friend went home through the trees

but on some stone steps she tripped,

she fell ass over tip,

a good excuse for her grazed knees.

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RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #272 Empty&Whole

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Get the whole picture,

when you just empty your mind,

no preconceptions.

 

 

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Sammiscribbles Weekend Writing Prompt #124 – Barter

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Faustian bargain

will be redeemed on demise

pact with the Devil.

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50 Word Thursdays # 32 ~Dockside dirge

FF6F01CF-38A1-4E81-947C-BF3C48CA0369Mournful, I stood observing the once ornate merchant’s houses that looked out over the empty, deserted wharves, My sense of nostalgia rising as I remembered the times before, when with each rising tide the hustle and bustle would begin. The rasping breath of steam-powered cranes as they swung the heavy bales from ship to shore. The grunts of heaving stevedores manhandling the trucks, each piled high with sacks and bale,  to the gaping wooden, warehouse doors. The squeal of the pulleys calling the unwary to the hooks plummeting to the ground, hungrily anticipating the next profit-making mouthful to be hoisted.

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Crimson’s Creative Challenge #45 ~Life on the marsh #Limerick

windmill-and-reeds-cpA young  girl from Norfolk called Jill

with her parents lived in a mill,

she would sneak into their bed

even though her mother was dead

while dad gave thanks for the pill.

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