For one brief moment
both light and darkness balanced
Autumn tips the scales.
Category Archives: Self compositions
Heeding Haiku With Chèvrefeuille, September 25th 2019, autumn equinox
Filed under Factual, Haiku, nature inspired, Seasons, Self compositions
Crimson’s Creative Challenge #46 #Limerick ~A walk in the woods
A spirited girl called Louise
with a friend went home through the trees
but on some stone steps she tripped,
she fell ass over tip,
a good excuse for her grazed knees.
RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #272 Empty&Whole
Get the whole picture,
when you just empty your mind,
no preconceptions.
Filed under As you read it, Haiku, Self compositions
Sammiscribbles Weekend Writing Prompt #124 – Barter
Faustian bargain
will be redeemed on demise
pact with the Devil.
50 Word Thursdays # 32 ~Dockside dirge
Mournful, I stood observing the once ornate merchant’s houses that looked out over the empty, deserted wharves, My sense of nostalgia rising as I remembered the times before, when with each rising tide the hustle and bustle would begin. The rasping breath of steam-powered cranes as they swung the heavy bales from ship to shore. The grunts of heaving stevedores manhandling the trucks, each piled high with sacks and bale, to the gaping wooden, warehouse doors. The squeal of the pulleys calling the unwary to the hooks plummeting to the ground, hungrily anticipating the next profit-making mouthful to be hoisted.
Filed under Flash fiction, From the heart, History, Self compositions, Uncategorized
Crimson’s Creative Challenge #45 ~Life on the marsh #Limerick
A young girl from Norfolk called Jill
with her parents lived in a mill,
she would sneak into their bed
even though her mother was dead
while dad gave thanks for the pill.
Filed under Adult themes, As you read it, Comic verse, Humorous, Inspired by fable, Limerick, Rural life, Self compositions, Whimsical
Colleen’s 2019 Weekly #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 145 #PhotoPrompt ~Future flotilla #Cinquain
Picture by Susan Cipriano on Pixabay.
In sleek
imagined lines,
see these future vessels,
fine crafted, seasoned, wooden walls
become.
Filed under Factual, History, On the lines of romance, Otherworldly, Self compositions
RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #271 Fierce&Fever
A sense of fierce pride
sweeps through them like a fever,
heroes of the hour.
Filed under Haiku, Self compositions
First line Friday September 13th. 2019
The elevator stopped on the thirteenth floor with a lurch. Sarah’s heart leapt into her mouth. The doors opened. She stepped through and immediately looked from left to right hoping that there would be a sign for a bathroom. She was in luck, an arrow pointed down the corridor to her left. Nervously she tripped down the uncarpeted passageway, conscious of the unfamiliar click of her recently purchased high-heeled shoes on the polished tiles.
She checked her wristwatch, breathing a sigh of relief, finding that she was still fifteen minutes early. She had plenty of time to make final adjustments to her hair and lip gloss. Despite meticulous preparations a girl could never be sure could she. She swung the door open and found it empty. Only then did she realise that there had been no-one in the corridor either. Resting her clutch bag on the side, she stared at her reflection in the mirror, pleasantly surprised that no adjustments were necessary. In fact she was thinking that she had seldom taken this much trouble over her appearance and she hoped that it would pay off.
She heard the door open and, turning, saw a young girl enter. Smiling she stepped toward the door, which the girl was holding for her. Exiting she turned to the right and once more saw an empty corridor. She counted the doors till she found the number she required and steeling herself gave a firm double knock. From inside she heard a deep voice, “Please come in, the door is unlocked.”
Setting her face into what she imagined was a confident expression she gently pushed against the door. It swung inwards easily. Trying to look self-assured she took a step through and was astonished at the sight that greeted her.
What was Sarah doing, why was she there, what so surprised her, answers in the comments box please, just to see if anyone comes close.
Filed under As you read it, Flash fiction, Self compositions
Crimson’s creative challenge #44 Mind the doors #Limerick (unsmutty)
The next through train is from Wapping
at this speed it will not be stopping
when you see it go past
it will be very fast
and all it’s passengers ears will be popping.
Filed under Comic verse, Humorous, Limerick, Self compositions
When the pen takes control. 