When the cancer struck,
only way to save his speech,
a plastic voicebox.
Category Archives: Self compositions
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.
Thursday’s ten word photo prompt #tenwords
Consumed by vanity she was absorbed in her own reflection.
WHAT DO YOU SEE? MARCH 12, 2019 #Tanka
safe in ignorance,
silver-scaled serpent, slumbers
in his snow clad nest,
overhead his nemesis,
pennant raised, prepares his lance
Filed under Alternative history, Factual, Inspired by fable, Self compositions, Tanka
Crimson’s creative challenge #18
The coach trip was over. Unable to get the song out of his head he gathered all the bottles he could find, he even put up a fence in case of accidents, sadly none were green.
Filed under Flash fiction, General post, Self compositions, Singalong, Whimsical
One-Liner Wednesday – Duck!
The ice age happened so quickly we didn’t get the chance to flee.
Filed under Alternative history, Flash fiction, nature inspired, Self compositions, Whimsical
When the pen takes control. 