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Her arms held aloft
celebrating her breakthrough.
the glass ceiling smashed.

artist unattributed
Her arms held aloft
celebrating her breakthrough.
the glass ceiling smashed.
Filed under Alternative history, As you read it, Haiku, Self compositions

Clad in matching tones
lovers fixed in cold embrace
their limbs entwined.
Shy beneath their parasol
whispering with the wind.

Sandra felt detached, as if standing looking at herself from a few feet away. Somehow surprised at her imagined facial expression, it was certainly not how she felt. Inside she was smiling. The casket stood dark and aloof, the lid balanced on end. The face inside was ashen, smooth, parchment dry. Her mother, released from life, freeing Sandra from her years of denial. She had expected more emotion, probably not sadness, a feeling more akin to relief.
Filed under As you read it, Flash fiction, Self compositions

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life, ephemeral,
from the corner of my eye
the spectre sighted,
she drifts, part of the forest
and yet leave men’s minds doubting
Filed under As you read it, nature inspired, Otherworldly, Self compositions, Tanka, Uncategorized
“Oh no, not again, Mum, mum there’s something wrong with me,”
”What’s wrong Billy,” said his mother with a smile, “and why do you keep on going to that little tree and standing in front of it?”
”Well you remember when I was three, you stood me up to it and made that mark where my head was?”
”Yeeess, why, did it bother you?”
”Well you told me that that would be half my height I’d be when I grow up.”
”That’s right dear, that’s what they say. Why do you keep on checking it?”
”Well, mum, I’m getting smaller and smaller. I was a lot taller then, I’m never going to reach twice the height that mark is now.
Filed under As you read it, Inspired by fable, Self compositions, Short story, Whimsical

Across the verdant fields and petal-painted meadows the crystal water plots it’s steady course. At times snake-like, writhing as if to swallow itself, each turn and meander eroding and undermining fragile banks. Only the destructive hand of man can stop the river in her unhurried seaward progress.
Filed under As you read it, Factual, nature inspired, Self compositions
When her waters broke
after panic came relief,
soon be labour day
Filed under As you read it, Haiku, On the lines of romance, Self compositions, Whimsical
“Oh look at that. My luck must be in. She doesn’t know I’m here so if I just wait a while I’ll see if she’s alone. I can’t hear anyone else around. I wonder what she’s doing, shouldn’t she be in school, not sitting here all alone on the riverbank. That’s it, I’m going to sneak up behind her. If I stay really quiet she probably won’t notice until I’m right behind her. That will be a shock but so much fun when I see the reaction on her face and hear her gasp. I won’t hurt her but she doesn’t know that. Right here we go, slowly now, slowly, keep low and don’t make a noise. Oh no, she’s heard me, she’s turning round.”
“Ruffles, you naughty dog, what are you doing here? Did someone leave the gate open? Give me a hug and then I’ll take you home.”
Filed under As you read it, Flash fiction, No offence intended, Self compositions
Filed under As you read it, Christian, faith, Haiku, No offence intended, Self compositions, Whimsical

Your heart on your sleeve
can leave you vulnerable
to exploitation,
although such love is fickle
it educates us in life
Filed under As you read it, Factual, On the lines of romance, Self compositions, Tanka
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