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#Micro seasons

As lazy droning

waves echo off the petals

find beauty in weeds


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Sammiscribbles weekend writing prompt #313 #Not so shy girl

Michelle became very rich, appearing on stage without a stitch


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Crimson’s Creative Challenge #237 #The danger within

To some this picture may look like fun

and to others possibly reckless

but it could easily offend someone

who remember a tyre could be a necklace

but hopefully those sad days are done

and the rule of law from such will protect us


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Sammiscribbles weekend writing prompt #312 #The test of time

Now all the world knows that

Lord Horatio Nelson was an admiral

and some might even realise

that Garnet Wolsely damn his eyes

was the very model of a modern Major general

the test of time has shown us these are not ephemeral

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Crimson’s Creative Challenge #236 #Belinda’s bower

Neath shady branches sits

a coffin carved from cold

grey granite garnished

with a softening mass

of fragrant mosses fair

as if to stir fond memories

of the flowing flaxen

tresses once so proudly borne

by the maid who lies within

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Ronovan writes #Haiku weekly prompt #463

Encased in it’s shell

the infant brain may still grow

expanding the mind

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Sammiscribbles weekend writing prompt #311 #The length of a sentence

Entering the room I was approached by two fair-haired, statuesque nubiles, offering glasses of an effervescent, clear liquid, both had pneumatic fenders deployed anticipating collision with walls or other obstacles, their glossy, one piece bathing costumes reflecting the fluorescent lighting, looking at me they mouthed the word fabulous to which I replied, absolutely, an allusion to a once popular comedy programme enjoyed by many, now considered one of the classics of that genre, this raised not a hint of recognition.

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#writephoto-fresco #The shelter

It was frustrating. For two days we had been sitting down in the hot, humid cellar. Our wine was warm, our food was cold. At least we could breathe down here, unlike in the street above. The choking fumes clogged our nostrils, the tiny wind-blown cinders got into our throats. Everyone was coughing and the stench was unbearable.

From what they said it seemed to be getting worse outside. Last night only a few of us had come down but today more and more people started arriving. Most had not brought anything down with them in their panic. They were just concerned with getting away from the ash cloud that sat like a dragon atop the hill. The very ground had started to groan and shudder as if all the denizens of the underworld were on the move.

My father had told us that we need not worry as this had happened many times before.He stayed in the villa thinking that it would soon pass but the Gods appeared to be really angry this time. No-one was sure how to placate them. Even the priests from the temple had decided to join us.

As the daylight, what there was of it, Helios having been smothered by the dark, impenetrable cloud, began to fade for the second day, we heard a strange noise as if the very rocks and earth beneath our feet was moaning in pain and it seemed to be getting louder.

I shouted for everyone to be quiet and as our babble subsided we realised that the sound was coming from a great wind that was blowing through the passageways. Some of the women started to wail and before long both men and women started to sob as we realised something terrible was about to happen. Strangely there was no panic and I could hear my companions muttering low incantations. Before long even the chanting ceased.

Wrapping my cloak around my shoulders I took my wife and daughter in my arms. Their eyes were wide with fright and tears in the warming air. We huddled against the wall and the stifling air grew steadily hotter. We will try to rest, perhaps sleep and with the aid of the Gods return to our beloved Pompeii home in the morning.


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Crimson’s Creative Challenge #235 #Hmm, awkward

My girlfriend and I looked up the street

decided to go in the pub to eat

she said I’m not going in there

because I haven’t done my hair

so I said but it always looks very neat


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Ronovan writes #Haiku Weekly #Prompt #461

Seals live in the sea

so need not feet but flippers

by divine design

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