Seductive power
and finely moulded beauty
in smooth alabaster
form flowing impressions through
the deft touch of the craftsman
Category Archives: Self compositions
Colleen’s Weekly #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 81, ENCHANT & SHAPE, #SynonymsOnly
Filed under Inspired emotion, Self compositions, Tanka
Recapture innocence – tanka
Cast aside the veil
life has placed over your sight
of the simpler things
discover delight and awe
in the world that surrounds you
Filed under From the heart, Self compositions, Tanka
RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #198 Beat&Party
The calypso beat
promises a great party
let your body sway
Filed under Haiku, Self compositions, Temperatures rising
Sue Vincent’s weekly #Writephoto Waiting
Kellerman looked at the huge, carved head in awe. A whole gamut of questions flowed through his mind, the first and most important being who had carved the giant edifice and what did it represent? It could have been a dog, perhaps a stylised vision of it’s creators or even more intriguingly a true to life portrait. The only way to get any answers was to don his safety suit, and take a ride in the exploration module to have a much closer look. Despite some trepidation he knew that this is what they had sent him here to do, although finding evidence of other life forms had not been on the agenda.What alarmed him was the absence of any clearance from the control base. The last vicious lightning storm had closed down any possibility of microwave communication in the foreseeable future. Yet this was an opportunity that could not be missed, the thing had appeared undetected overnight and could easily disappear in the same short timespan. There was no point in waiting he thought, let’s get on with it. He walked through to the robing room and started to don his life support and survival suit, ready to embark on what could turn out to be the most momentous day in his and the whole of martiankind’s history.
Filed under Alternative history, Flash fiction, Otherworldly, Self compositions
Colleen’s Weekly #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 80, GATHER & SOFT, #SynonymsOnly
The collection plate
passed quietly hand to hand
along the faithful.
Pockets and purses opened,
coins and notes gently placed
Filed under faith, Self compositions, Tanka
MLMM First line Friday 4-14-18
The dance lessons were not working. This, sadly, was the first thought that went through my mind as I gazed down at the forest floor. Oh yes, my little boy, the brightest and gaudiest of last years brood, hopping, arching, extending first one wing then the other. All to no avail, all the hens were watching him, you could see the smiles wrinkling their nostrils in snorts of derision as they shyly turned their laughing heads away, beaks wide open, as if catching fruit flies. It was no good him having lovely iridescent blue wings and orange and crimson breast if he couldn’t do the dance I had spent so long trying to teach him. Oh well, no mate for him, no little grand chicks for me this year. Lessons begin again in the morning.
Filed under Flash fiction, nature inspired, Self compositions, Whimsical
Ronovan Writes Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge #197 Fun&Sun
Fun need not rely
on that rare glimpse of the sun
but it often helps
Filed under Haiku, Self compositions, Whimsical
B haiku
Under stark branches
where abundant snowdrops bloomed
Spring remains verdant
Filed under Haiku, nature inspired, Seasons, Self compositions
A haiku
The old mountain ash
sentinel of the rockface
withstands Winter winds
Filed under Haiku, nature inspired, Seasons, Self compositions
Sue Vincent’s #Writephoto /Footprints
Joannus Rodriguez took one last look to right and left then quickly ran across the sand. They had gone. For two days he had been hiding in the small cave at the base of the cliff. Nobody had thought to climb over the rocks and search the shingle beach to the West. They had all been concerned with the few items that he had left in his small, upturned skiff. These paeons were so predictable, a bundle of gaudy blousons, some cheap stockings and a small cask of cheap brandy had kept them arguing amongst themselves for hours. Now it was time to make his way to the house of the Throckmortons. Then after a good meal they could commence their spreading of the true faith. They had all the ecclesiastical vestments safely hidden, ready for him to begin his tour of the houses of the faithful. His flock who still supported the old religion before the upstart Elizabeth the frigid cat had driven them underground. Those steadfast men and women who were forced to keep their services hidden. Proud in their defiance of those heretics who threatened them with imprisonment, painful tortures and violence, even death. All for their belief in the true God through his representative on Earth, His Holiness Pope Benedict.
Filed under Christian, faith, Flash fiction, History, Self compositions
When the pen takes control. 