The collection plate
passed quietly hand to hand
along the faithful.
Pockets and purses opened,
coins and notes gently placed
Category Archives: Self compositions
Colleen’s Weekly #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 80, GATHER & SOFT, #SynonymsOnly
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
Thursday photo prompt #Writephoto
A very British subject
We love to talk about the weather, though
it seldom promises fine, we know
winds from the West bring cloud and rain
if from the North, cold and cloud again
and from the East it’s colder still
guaranteed to cause a chill
sometimes though, but in truth rare,
a Southern breeze will warm the air
the clouds disperse, the skies turn blue
a brief respite from English gloom
so it is at times like these
we see man’s footprints on the beach
Filed under Self compositions, Whimsical
RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #196 Shy&Sweet
The sweet memory
of our shy stolen kisses
lingers in my heart
Filed under From the heart, Haiku, Self compositions
Dawn chorus
Early morning mourns
the disappearing moonlight
thirsty calves lowing,
from up on high the robin
accepts the thrush’s challenge
Filed under Factual, nature inspired, Self compositions, Tanka
Thursday photo prompt: Shelter #writephoto
“Look at that dad!”
”What are you pointing at Joey?” I asked straining my eyes to see what he meant.
”Over there, in the hedge, it’s a big black teddy bear, can I go and talk to him?”
I laughed at the curious bush which even I thought was rather bear-like, “Go on then, see if he wants to come on our walk, but be careful, he might want to gobble you up,” I joked.
Then I said, “Take Sandy with you, you can let him off his lead, if there’s anything there he won’t let them hurt you.”
Joey and Sandy ran up to the hedge, Sandy started to bark loudly, I saw Joey shaking his head and it looked like he was speaking to someone.
Regretting my decision to let him go I decided I had better see who he was talking to. It somehow seemed a bit odd.
Before I had got half way to him I saw the bear like black shape rear up and hearing a high-pitched yelp watched as the dog was enveloped in a black mist before disappearing without another sound. In disbelief I called his name but there was nothing there, no sign of him. Joey was screaming and crying as he ran back to me.
”Dad, dad, what’s happened to Sandy?”
“It’s okay son, he’s probably fallen down a rabbit hole,” I tried to comfort him, we’ll get you back home and then I will come back to look for Sandy.
I could see he was unconvinced but could think of no other explanation to give him, better I thought to get him home to his mother.
So that’s why I’m out in the middle of this field waiting for a couple of friends to start the search for Sandy. But who’s going to believe this?
Filed under Flash fiction, Self compositions, Whimsical
When the pen takes control. 