A good looking girl from Tredare
was employed in the signal box there
while drivers waited at the crossing
they would watch her adjusting her stockings
and if the train was delayed no-one cared.
Category Archives: Self compositions
Spring haiku
Fragrant beauty forms
swirling, pastel shaded clouds.
Butterflies in prayer.
Filed under Factual, Haiku, nature inspired, Otherworldly, Self compositions
RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #246 Narrow&Minded
As the vote was lost
by such a narrow margin,
nobody minded.
Filed under Haiku, Self compositions
Crimson Creative Challenge #19 #Limerick- Gunfight at the OK corral
Five young gunslingers from Tooting
fed up with the hollering and hooting
so with nothing to lose
but their necks in a noose
should either fight their way out or die shooting
Filed under Alternative history, Factual, Inspired by fable, Self compositions, Whimsical
MLMM’s Heeding #Haiku With Chèvrefeuille, March 20th 2019 a new voice
When the cancer struck,
only way to save his speech,
a plastic voicebox.
Colleen’s 2019 Weekly #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 128 #SynonymsOnly #cinquain
Taking
her by the hand
he led her into the stream,
the crowd began to chant the psalms.
Rebirth.
Filed under As you read it, Christian, faith, Self compositions
WHAT DO YOU SEE? MARCH 19/2019 An evening with Larkin.
Philip put on his coat and hat. With the rather old but still functional library ladder tucked under his arm he walked out to the now quiet high street. Elated, he realised that the clear night sky held the promise of a stargazing bonanza.
Leaning the ladder against the old viaduct wall and ignoring the stark warning, bright in black on the mud-hued brick, he slowly started to climb. After fifteen minutes he found no inspiration so with a loud sigh he climbed down.
He shuffled home to his apartment. The thought of a tumbler of whisky while listening to a jazz record afforded him much pleasure.
RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #245 Easy&Ride
Taking it easy,
we’re just along for the ride,
beware the free lunch.
Filed under As you read it, dystopian view, Haiku, Self compositions
Sue Vincent’s Thursday photo prompt: Sign #writephoto’
I cant help thinking I should have been a bit more specific when I engaged that signwriter. I asked him to paint one of those old machines they used to have in the children’s playground. I knew it wasn’t called a helter-skelter but just couldn’t think of the name. What did he do, went and looked it up online, that’s what he did and then thought he was being funny. I’ll give him, “Witches Hat,” when I see him.
Filed under History, Self compositions, Whimsical
Carrot ranch #99-word challenge March 14: #Flash-Fiction Challenge #chisel
I tossed the small, bronze object from hand to hand. Just lying in the sand, a chisel. I marvelled at it’s delicate, tactile, feel. I was familiar with bronze statues, sculpted, sensual, in gardens or on antique, period tables. This though, was a tool.
I placed it in my pocket, placing my palm on a giant limestone block, one of thousands shaped by such tools. The still bright, painted hieroglyphs telling their stories. Through my translation I realised that this one told of an overseer stabbed to death by a haunted chisel. My pocket twitched and suddenly felt lighter.
When the pen takes control. 