Category Archives: On the lines of romance

Heeding Haiku With Chèvrefeuille, September 4th 2019, Holy Isle or Holy Island

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In humble awe, we

gaze upon the sacred stones,

where Saints found solace.

 

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RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #269 Coping&Support #NAMI

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Coping enhances

each decorated support

on the Bridge of Sighs.

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Sammiscribbles Weekend Writing Prompt #121 ~Teapot

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This was the first day of their public courtship.

Everything was prepared to perfection.

All the servants had been dismissed.

Perfumed fragrance filled the air.

Opening the shutters she bowed, inviting him to kneel.

Their first tea ceremony was about to begin.

 

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Sex education in perspective. #limerick

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.

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COLLEEN’S 2019 WEEKLY #TANKA TUESDAY #POETRY CHALLENGE NO. 142 #SYNONYMS #Cinquain “A vessel gains her reputation ,”

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the unruly  waves

will reveal the measure

of the craft and her persona

is forged.

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Colleen’s 2019 Weekly #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 141 #PhotoPrompt

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here,  abandoned to my fate

on this sandy shore,

my message as yet unread

by those who would gain the most.

 

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Sammiscribbles Weekend writing prompt #140 – Vintage

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Many a good tune

coaxed from the body of a

fine vintage fiddle,

Vigorous use of the bow

and some sensitive plucking.

 

 

 

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Sunday Writing Prompt 23-8-19, “Train Ticket”

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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

 

 

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Friday thoughts Wanton #Limerick

A churchgoing girl called Geraldine

married a sailor when she was just seventeen,

while her husband was away on the sea

men would go back to her house for some tea

and make videos that were often obscene.

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Sue Vincent’s popular Thursday photo prompt: Journey #writephoto

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Culloden was getting tired. For forty days he had been searching for the sacred mount. The burial place of his forefathers. He had no understanding that he was the last of his race although he realised he had met none of his kind for longer than he could remember and for a giant, memories are long. He had long ago learned how to conceal himself from the eyes of men. Although he and his kind had never meant or meaningfully done harm  to these strange, to his eyes, miniature replicas of himself, whenever the two races had met his people were attacked and despite friendly overtones they  had been forced to flee and hide. Hiding places were becoming scarce. Men had slowly but surely started to change the lands he had known, loved, walked and cherished since time immemorial. Fires were set across the land for reasons he could not fathom. The woodlands were shrinking, there were now vast open spaces which were left as bare earth for one half of the year and in which strange plants started to grow which were soon removed by men. The only secure hiding places were in the vast caves which time, wind and water had excavated in the deep gorges in the hills or at the edges of the sea. He was scared and slowly the thought had been building in his mind that his kind were no longer necessary. After much contemplation and with a resignation born of patient, peaceful, deliberation he had decided to return to the eternal resting  place of his forefathers.  There he would lie down and enjoy the sleep of the blessed which comes upon all living things. He would leave this realm in the hope that those who followed would maintain the eqilibrium thus far  enjoyed by Mother Earth.

 

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