grass stains on her skirt
flushed cheeks and disheveled hair
Tryst on lover’s lane
Sammiscribbles weekend writing prompt #268 #Tradition and ceremony
Imagine a warship tied up alongside
it’s movement governed by the tide
at nine in the morning every day
the ship’s bell rings twice in a solemn way
but thirty-first of December at midnight you hear
it rung sixteen times to welcome in the New Year
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haiku 4
The song of the lark
like sweet rainfall from heaven
melody of Spring
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Ronovan writes #haiku weekly prompt #418
Her lipstick was red
not dull but the vivid kind
sensual promise
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Sammiscribbles weekend writing prompt #267 #Reworking
Veiled ladies dab red eyes with lace handkerchiefs, sombre looking men stand unsmiling, their eyes cast downward, reminding us that from clay we are made and to earth we shall return.
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Simply 6 minutes
The ramshackle tourist bus stopped in a clearing and the driver, with a broad grin explained more by sign than words that we had come to the end of the road, that we were expected to get off and trek the rest of the way. It wasn’t quite what we had expected, where were the signs and notice-boards, the cold drinks tricycle with it’s stock of cold beers and cokes. The whole area seemed strangely dark in the clammy, sticky heat. Perhaps it was due to the tall green jungle canopy blocking out the tropical sun but not the heat or perhaps it was the shame still felt, lingering in the minds of of long-forgotten men that cast a sense of gloom over the place we had come to visit, the little known, seldom visited, only remaining stretch of the infamous Siam Burma death railway.
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Crimson’s Creative Challenge #191 A moorland in the morning
O’er moorland hills and plains we see
if we look up to Eastern skies
in shades of yellow, red and green
as we greet the new sunrise
gossamer nets bedecked with dew
drying in the warming rays
rough grasses, heather tussocks too
all shimmer in the morning haze.
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Ronovan writes #Haiku weekly prompt #417
Break the captive’s chains
just to see Salome dance
an oath spawns regret
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Crimson’s Creative Challenge #190 #Rights of way
I couldn’t believe the length of the grass
for it was high enough to reach my waist
the sign was a warning I could not pass
and turning in anger my steps retraced
and though I’m not known to be a moaner
was determined to tell the new landowner
that through this so-called private land
an unmarked ancient way still ran
so anyone walking up to the moor
this sign should continue to ignore.
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Ronovan writes #Haiku weekly prompt #416
The meaning of life
guaranteed to raise a smile
a blast from the past
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When the pen takes control. 