The creatures of the earth were offered to the maiden. A lion, bull, goat, ram, scorpion, crab, fish from the sea. Chosen twins held the scales, as the water-bearer performed her ritual. The archer, bow in hand stood guard over the ancient ceremony.
Category Archives: Self compositions
Ronovan writes #Haiku #254 Sweet and heart
Sweet were her kisses
with betrayal in her heart
lies behind a smile
Filed under As you read it, Factual, Haiku, On the lines of romance, Self compositions
Thursday photo prompt #Wicker #writephoto
In the field there danced three witches
no bones nor flesh just willow switches,
holding hands they whirled around
though their feet never left the ground,
while all who watched were filled with glee
laughing at their transparency
nothing to worry us here they said
one good fire and the witch is dead.
Filed under Comic verse, Inspired by fable, Old knowledge, Self compositions, Whimsical
Carpe Diem #1665 Tan Renga – “Miscanthus bud”
another year is gone
a traveler’s shade on my head,
straw sandals at my feet
Bashō
moments, like a passing breeze
served as tutor for my soul
Filed under As you read it, faith, Old knowledge, On the lines of romance, Self compositions
IWH Haiku/Senryu Challenge #19
artist unattributed
Her arms held aloft
celebrating her breakthrough.
the glass ceiling smashed.
Filed under Alternative history, As you read it, Haiku, Self compositions
MLMM photo challenge #263
photo – Christo Dagorov
This gives a whole new meaning to having chapped lips.
Filed under Self compositions, Whimsical
Crimson’s Creative Challenge #27
A silly young girl from Lynton
took a stroll across the meadow for fun
but her shorts were miniscule,
she took off her blouse to keep cool
now she has bites where she’d rather have none
Filed under Comic verse, Limerick, nature inspired, Self compositions, Whimsical
Thursday photo prompt: Rooted #writephoto #Tanka
Clad in matching tones
lovers fixed in cold embrace
their limbs entwined.
Shy beneath their parasol
whispering with the wind.
Sammiscribbles weekend writing prompt #105 -Denial
Sandra felt detached, as if standing looking at herself from a few feet away. Somehow surprised at her imagined facial expression, it was certainly not how she felt. Inside she was smiling. The casket stood dark and aloof, the lid balanced on end. The face inside was ashen, smooth, parchment dry. Her mother, released from life, freeing Sandra from her years of denial. She had expected more emotion, probably not sadness, a feeling more akin to relief.
Filed under As you read it, Flash fiction, Self compositions
Crimson’s Creative Challenge #26
When the explorers finally broke through the dense, green, forest covering there was a collective sigh of relief. At last we’ve found it they exclaimed. No more digging a trench by torchlight away from the safety of the camp and squatting over it, vulnerable to any creature of the night.
Filed under Flash fiction, Self compositions, Whimsical
When the pen takes control. 