Silent cry
There are those who say
dumb animals do not feel
they should look afresh
communication is found
alongside their sentience
Category Archives: Self compositions
Colleen’s weekly Tanka Tuesday poetry challenge #64 Experience & New (synonyms only)
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December 28 – Flash Fiction – Wishing Star
She stepped out of the long white limousine onto the spotless red carpet. wearing her famous smile but little else she elegantly turned and striking a pose, first to the left and then to the right allowing her long elegant legs to peep out from the thigh-slit silk dress. Flashbulbs popped as they clamoured to take her photo, to be the first to get a risque shot of a slight wardrobe malfunction. Taking the arm of her tuxedo-clad companion the young star of many films entered the hall wishing for the ultimate accolade. To be given her first Oscar.
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RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #181
When dread darkness falls
enter the land of nightmare
in all it’s horror
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MindloveMisery’sMenagerie #Photo Challenge #194
Gertrude looked down upon the plain below. Her mentor and familiar perched upon her shoulder as was befitting a Prince of Utgard in earthly form. His advice had previously been freely given but the time was approaching when he would require the service he had waited for since their first meeting. Had he not given her great beauty and power beyond her youthful dreams for the past decades. By his power and guidance and his alone, armies had been vanquished, alliances formed and the wealth of nations heaped upon his charge threefold. Now time was progressing and the old ones were stirring in their slumbers. Portents of future catastrophe had invaded his dreams. Long forgotten memories had commenced their slow return. When Krandeus whispered in Gertrude’s ear all but she could only hear a loud, rasping Kerrayk. To Gertrude it was the wisdom of the ages for she heard only the friendly advice that had served her so well in all aspects of her long, successful reign. Her furrowed brow and sidewise glances were uncharacteristic and alien to her proud measure, for he had sounded cautious to a high degree. For once Krandeus had advised her against impetuosity. Doubts of the soundness of his latest counsel immediately entered her mind. She did not argue but acquiesced to his suggestion of a meeting with the mysterious band of warriors the scouts had reported encamped in the Whispering woods on the Eastern shore of the White river. She rose and stamped back to the seven horsemen who stood guard, ensuring that no man could approach her in her lone meditation. “My horse,” she demanded and as they handed her the bridle, she announced, “I will go down tomorrow, there will be no feast for you tonight, you will all accompany me.” “We depart with the dawn.”
Being a brief extract from, “Tales of Emeralds and Queens.”
Sue Vincent’s Thursday prompt #Writephoto
Memories of an Exmoor boyhood.
I’ll tell you a story you won’t believe,
of the dreadful Winter of sixty-three,
when for three long months only white was seen.
apart from the waves and the rushing stream,
country and cities covered in snow,
no colour but white wherever you go,
the tarmac roads unsullied by tyres,
families huddled round smoking fires,
waves stood frozen at the waters edge,
with icicles hanging from every ledge,
while up on the moors where the snowdrifts rise,
their tall peaks reaching upward to the skies,
no fodder for the flocks of sheep,
frozen and buried under snow so deep,
with no road transport villagers said,
how can we live without milk or bread,
the peoples plight was soon relayed,
and a plan decided for their aid,
the only way to ease their plight,
was by using a helicopter’s flight,
daily trips were undertaken,
so the country folk were not forsaken,
on country roads many cars were buried,
but the snow and cold would not be hurried,
for twelve long weeks the cold steel hand,
firmly grasped our once fair land,
till one day late into the Spring,
the Sun had a re-awakening,
when Mother Earth the sun’s rays felt,
the covering began to melt,
the roads and trains were free again,
the melting helped by Springtime rain,
towns and villages now were free,
to lead their lives quite normally,
although the sun’s rays always burn,
we wait in dread for the cold return.
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Ronovan writes #180 #haiku
In crimson chambers
slow, burns the flame of desire
till passion erupts
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Thursday photo prompt – Mists #write photo The Aftermath
Atop the grassy mountain stands
a stark grey silent ruin
of the mighty tor on high,
below, the marshy vale sits
in a sea of swirling mist
the clammy dew-drenched
woodsmoke from the
long forgotten campfires
now only memories
of that once mighty army
standing nervous,
proudly waiting
for the trumpets sounding
bright wind-blown flags unfurling
where the once and future King
desired stout hearts and bodies
for the sacrifice once more
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Weekly Tanka prompt challenge #75 Shining&Winter
Orange, shining globe,
tethered to the horizon
by watery strands,
shadows lengthen as dwindling
daylight proclaims the Winter 
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COLLEEN’S WEEKLY TUESDAY #POETRY CHALLENGE NO.62 The crow’s nest vigil
High above the deck
while watching the rise and fall
of the cold, dark waves
below, the deep throated gong
measures each hour completed
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Photo Challenge #192 → Twittering Tale #62 – 12 December 2017
“Look mummy the note says to make a wish, it’s signed Jeanie.” “Make a wish then dear.” “Ok mummy done.”
High above their heads the cliff started to crumble and a rock fell, knocking the woman, head bleeding, to the ground.
The girl smiled. 137 ch.
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When the pen takes control. 