In celebration
they parade with arms entwined
heads bowed to the ground
each silent bloom in splendour
celebrating the new dawn
Category Archives: Self compositions
Colleen’s Weekly Poetry Challenge No. 76 #Tanka, Joy/Fury (synonymsonly) The power and the glory
See the elation
in outstretched foaming fingers
reaching for the shore
ire of the wind blown torrent
vented on unbending stone
Filed under nature inspired, Self compositions, Tanka
Sue Vincent’s Thursday photo prompt – Ahead #writephoto
Raksha could not believe how cold it had become. Wearing only the white robe of the initiate, he had willingly descended the steps into the stone-slabbed tomb. Like his father before him and all the other young men of his village this was to be the most important of his so far, young life. His body would outwardly be the same but braving the perils of this night he would emerge in the morning imperceptibly and subtly, be changed. In his mind, and in the eyes of his village, he would be a man. Illuminated by the torch of his companion who had accompanied him into the cell but who had quickly and silently departed, he was aware that his bed for the night, a cold stone bench without even a layer of straw or a pillow was the only item that could be considered furniture. The stone-flagged floor had glistened with the pools of water that he could hear slowly dripping, monotonous, irregular from the rough-hewn rock ceiling, just a few feet above his head. Luckily there appeared to be no water dropping onto his bed space. He walked slowly around the bench and contemplated how long it would take for his eyes to grow accustomed to the darkness. He knew that the door was to his left but could not judge the distance to it. There was only one thing to do. Adopting his favourite position he sat cross-legged on the hard floor and pulling his robe tightly around him and over his head he clasped his hands, shut his eyes and with eyes closed, started his meditation. This way he would not feel the pangs of hunger or the cold that would surely envelop him throughout his night-long ordeal. His breathing became shallow and he started to feel the sense of serenity that came with his faith in the Gods of his fathers and the teachings of his Holy brothers. By attaining this semi-comatose state he knew that he would be protected from all the unseen demons of the night whom the evil underground dwellers would surely send to torment him in his vigil. All he could do was rely on his inner strength and self-discipline. It would be a long night and he expected many spiritual and mental battles before the morning.
Filed under faith, Flash fiction, Self compositions
RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #193 Chance&Equal
if you chance your arm
make sure the odds are equal
or in your favour
Filed under Haiku, Self compositions
Colleen’s Weekly #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 75: “Patience & Green #Cinquain
Leaf canopy.
Winter,
the urge to bloom,
in cold restraint until
the Spring, when in verdant glory,
released
Filed under Haiku, nature inspired, Self compositions
RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #192 Slim&Chance
The pickings were slim
down at the Last Chance saloon
but no one folded
Filed under Haiku, Self compositions, Whimsical
Sue Vincent’s weekly #Writephoto #arch
Bare walls
where once pictures
gazed down and smiled
content in their task,
ransacked, the gospels
in the glass now gone
the sins of the world,
through the arch revealed
let in with the cold
of despair
Filed under Alternative history, faith, History, Self compositions
Colleen’s weekly #Tanka challenge #74
A cool mountain stream
inviting as it passes
over smooth pebbles
can invigorate my mind
and when brave, bare toes fragrant
Filed under nature inspired, Self compositions, Tanka
Ronovan writes weekly challenge #Haiku #191
A sneak in the night
his nose and whiskers twitching
timorous beastie
Filed under As you read it, Haiku, Self compositions, Uncategorized
Sue Vincent’s weekly #Writephoto -Dark
I stood at the side of the lake looking up, “yes, it’s almost dark, I thought, so I can get this awful clammy suit off, I have collected what I came for, ” suppressing a slight giggle at the unintentioned pun. Reaching between my legs I released the carefully concealed catch and the smooth, velvet-like, false skin peeled all the way around. With a little effort, due to the tightness of the fit I was able to pull the head and torso over the top of my scalp to hang like a deflated balloon around my waist before rolling the lower half down my legs to the gound. It lay on the bank, a shapeless porcine, sluglike mass. My whole body shuddered, “Yuk, ” I thought, “how do they look at themselves in this, it’s creepy. ”
The air felt cool against my scales and once more checking that the shore was deserted I picked up the bundle and walked down to the water’s edge. Slowly, eagerly, slipping into the cold waters I prepared to swim down to the bottom to meet up with the rest of my clan. Once again I had completed my task and my ever-growing family would continue to expand.
I thought about my encounter the previous evening with the one who said his name was Brian, “he must have thought that his luck was in when I started coming on to him. Well, he did look a little lonely sitting in the corner. It had been hard work trying to convince him that my intentions were purely to have a good time. After I had established his capacity to satisfy my needs by having once been married with a family but now alone and in need of some company. He could never have guessed the real reason for my eagerness. If he could see me now he would swear that it had all been a bad dream, very bad, after he had stopped being sick of course. Even the funny video camera he had used, for reference purposes, his words not mine, would have been thrown away I’m sure. I had been a little worried at one stage, wondering if the sample I needed could be collected from where he suggested but we soon sorted that problem out. Now I was able to carry some more of the human sperm back to the colony where it would help in our next spawning. Not too many more trips and there would be enough of us to break free from the waters and start our slow colonisation of the land.”
Filed under As you read it, Flash fiction, Self compositions
When the pen takes control. 