A young lass from Swansea called Fay
would go jogging on the beach every day
with her natural assets unbound
they would go round and round,
shes lucky they didn’t wear away
Category Archives: Self compositions
Frivolous Friday #Limerick Running for fitness
Filed under Comic verse, Limerick, On the lines of romance, Self compositions, Whimsical
Crimson’s Creative Challenge #39
A young canoeist from Staines
couldn’t get out of the water due to the chains
he needed to go the toilet
but peeing in the boat would spoil it
so he rowed away in search of a drain
Filed under Comic verse, Limerick, Self compositions, Whimsical
Heeding Haiku With Chèvrefeuille, August 7th 2019, daisies
Insignificant
a joy to children and bees,
retiring beauty.
Filed under Factual, Haiku, nature inspired, On the lines of romance, Self compositions
Sue Vincent’s ← Thursday photo prompt #writephoto
At first it was the silence that disturbed me. I had always imagined that, like being blind, if sight is restricted then it heightens the other senses. This was different. All sound was deadened, vision was restricted. there weren’t many left, one of them was smell and this was unpleasant, acrid leaving a hint of a bitter taste on my lips. The air was clammy to the touch, warm, unlike most mists or fogs, usually cold and damp, this was like perspiration. From above my head large drops of water were falling at regular intervals from the motionless leaves on the trees. When one fell on my cheek I shuddered in disgust for it felt sticky to the touch. I examined the drop more closely, inside the ball of liquid was a small brown dot, it was moving. It resembled a tiny brown maggot, it’s back bending as it wriggled with what I assumed was the head bending down to the end of its body and springing back. With an involuntary, “Uggh,” I dropped the sticky, gelatinous blob to the ground. I couldn’t be certain that these were droplets of the trees’ sap or part of the fog itself. Considering the numbers that were falling I decided discretion was the better part of valour. Turning I retraced my steps with a bit more haste to wait and see if this curious fog would clear.
Filed under As you read it, Flash fiction, nature inspired, Otherworldly, Self compositions
RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #265 Plump&Luscious
Promising delight
each one so plump and luscious,
punnet of peaches,
.
Filed under Factual, Haiku, On the lines of romance, Self compositions
MLMM Heeding Haiku with Chèvrefeuille
Clouds (image found on You Tube)
Gliding on the wind
fair skinned, ghostly, dust devils,
their hearts cold as ice
Filed under Haiku, nature inspired, Photographic, Self compositions
Crimson’s Creative Challenge #38
With penons flying proudly
see how tall they stand,
not quite in the water
nor yet on the land
standing proud as if on parade
behind a marching band
we salute these natural, flaxen maids
brightening our land
I Write Her Weekly Haiku/Senryu Challenge #30
Google image
Their whispers, conjure
unseen dwellers. in dark roots’
tangled canopy
Filed under Haiku, nature inspired, Otherworldly, Self compositions
Ronovan’s weekly #Haiku challenge #264
Natural beauty
not overblown, considered,
Aphrodite’s charm
Filed under Haiku, Inspired by fable, On the lines of romance, Otherworldly, Self compositions
Sue Vincent’s weekly challenge #writephoto #Aflame
After four hours of half-running, mainly stumbling, over the rough ground we allowed ourselves to rest. Karen placed her rucksack on one of the many granite rocks strewn over the hillside and started to rifle through it. Her fingers feverish, her gaze intense. The marks of recent tears etched on her soot and earth-stained cheeks. Occasionally she would look over to the West where the late evening sun had set the heavens aglow. It wasn’t the crimson streaked golden glow of the sun that worried us. It was the impetus given to the spectacle by the raging fires from which we were escaping. I wanted to put my arms around her, tell her everything was all right but we both knew it would be a lie. Everyone’s homes were in ruins, razed to the ground. Whole families erased or trapped helpless in the area of devastation. It was only by sheer luck we had managed to escape. We had seen no other persons in our flight; surmising on the possibility that we may ave been the only ones left. All we knew was that we had to keep on moving, get as far away as possible and then try to find if there were any more survivors of the catastrophic onslaught. But I only knew that if we didn’t rest now, take stock of the situation and plan our strategy there could be no tomorrow to hope for.
When the pen takes control. 