Dark stone steps evoke
echoes of a distant past
etched in grey granite
morose memories unleashed
with every rise and turn
Category Archives: Self compositions
Ronovan writes #Haiku #200
The fire in your eyes
and the ire in your answer
showed love’s bonds broken
Filed under From the heart, Haiku, Inspired emotion, Self compositions
COLLEEN’S 2018 WEEKLY #TANKA TUESDAY POETRY CHALLENGE #Haiku #82: Sing & Celebrate
The strolling players
in their colourful costumes
gathered round her chair
their lively serenade helped
us to rejoice in our love
Filed under Self compositions, Tanka
C haiku
Onset of evening
clouds wear gold-rimmed spectacles
amidst their blushes
Filed under Haiku, nature inspired, Self compositions
Sue Vincent’s #Writephoto “Splash”
Amber smiled contentedly. She had arrived at her favourite observation point. None of her siblings were around and the water in the stream was just at the right height to cover the pebbles and leave her unseen. From this vantage point she could watch and listen. “Plop,” she heard the sound of a small object dropping into the water. Darting forward she found the struggling body of a caterpillar that had dropped from the overhanging branches. “Success,” she smiled, sucking up the struggling body with relish. Turning she returned to the shelter of a large pebble in wait for the next victim. Only she had realised how productive this small stretch of bankside water was for food and she hadn’t told any of her siblings because she was not in the habit of sharing. That would come later when she had her own brood to look after.
Unbeknown to Amber a young man was crouching low on the bank above her. He had been scanning the water’s surface and immediately spotted the silver body and bright red fins as Amber had moved forwards. The angler knew that this was his chance. He gently cast his line and the hook with it’s single maggot landed on the water with a single splash in exactly the place where the caterpillar had met it’s fate.
Amber darted forward, hardly believing her luck. Grabbing the maggot she lazily returned to her resting place, only realising her mistake when she suddenly felt a sharp pain and some unknown force appeared to be pulling her into the bank. She shook her head in the hope that the pain would disappear but could only feel the tugging at her mouth getting stronger. She turned to swim away and in panic made a dive for a patch of weeds to her left. Feeling herself being pulled backwards she swam in a circle around a broken branch that lay on the riverbed. Instantly the pain in her mouth stopped and she was able to swim back to the middle of the river. She decided that it may be a good idea to return and join her family, perhaps visiting this hunting spot tomorrow when the pain in her mouth may be less.
On the bank the young angler looked at the broken line from his reel, bemoaning the loss of his float and his bad luck in losing the largest rudd he had ever seen on the river.
Filed under Flash fiction, nature inspired, Self compositions
Ronovan writes Weekly poetry #Haiku #199
Instantly I saw
my cat was obsessed with you
a menage a trois
Filed under As you read it, Haiku, Inspired emotion, Self compositions
Colleen’s Weekly #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 81, ENCHANT & SHAPE, #SynonymsOnly
Seductive power
and finely moulded beauty
in smooth alabaster
form flowing impressions through
the deft touch of the craftsman
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
When the pen takes control. 