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.
Category Archives: As you read it
#SoCS 27th April 2019 #limerick #xp
Filed under As you read it, Limerick, No offence intended, Self compositions, Whimsical
Colleen’s Tanka Tuesday Poetry Challenge. Global & Warming #tanka
Multi-national,
a word with so much meaning
oft-times menacing
Cheering only to owners,
shareholders and Directors
Filed under As you read it, dystopian view, Factual, No offence intended, Tanka
MLMM’s Heeding Haiku With Chèvrefeuille, April 24th 2019, something different
The Winter holly
festooned with blood red baubles.
Fast food in the snow.
Filed under As you read it, Factual, Haiku, nature inspired, Seasons, Self compositions
Crimson’s Creative Challenge #24
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.
Filed under As you read it, Factual, Flash fiction, History, Self compositions
MLMM’s #Sunday Writing Prompt- “Choose an Antique”
Graham 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.
Crimson’s Creative Challenge #23
Look at these walls, a chocolate box cottage you may think. You may change your mind when I tell you a little of it’s history. A dwelling has stood on this site for at least four centuries and before that a dolmen from the bronze age. The stones themselves, taken to be used as gateposts on local fields. There are no records of the previous owners of the cottage but when the current owners moved in they wanted plain whitewashed walls in keeping with the other moorland cottages. The painter who they engaged for the task, a local man, shook his head when he agreed the price but completed the task. After less than a week the gleaming white walls began to adopt a pinkish hue. It always happened. The locals believed it was the blood of the ancients buried in the ground below seeping back up through the earth.
Filed under As you read it, Flash fiction, Self compositions
Heeding Haiku With Chèvrefeuille, April 17th 2019, voices of nature
Invisible wind,
gives voice, laughing or sighing,
shaking, verdant leaves.
Filed under As you read it, Haiku, nature inspired, Self compositions
Heeding Haiku With Chèvrefeuille, April 10th 2019, new beginnings
As green shoots appear
in the springing of the year
Gaia is reborn
Filed under As you read it, faith, Haiku, Inspired by fable, Old knowledge, Seasons, Self compositions
What do you See? April/09/2019
And God looked down from on high at the gathering below. She smiled in order to put them at their ease, for arrayed in a circle below was a representative from all the nations of the Earth. Chosen at random and summoned while in an enchanted state, none had a recollection of how they had come to be here or why they had been so chosen. God enfolded them in her arms and in soft tones began to speak. Speaking in tongues so that all the gathering were able to understand the message she imparted. To emphasise her imparted warning a loud rumbling began to emanate from the very bowels of the Earth and the earth opened giving all assembled a glimpse of the infernal future for the planet. A certainty if these messengers were unable to convince their fellow countrymen throughout the world of the necessity for change. God released the people from their spell to return and begin their work. It was now dependant upon the inhabitants of the planet if they wished to avoid the second great flood. A flood of fire of their own making.
Colleen Chesebro’s Tuesday Tanka Challenge. Ending-Abyss
Nursed unto the death,
final act of devotion,
eyes gently closing,
only memories remain
in that void once filled with love.
When the pen takes control. 