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Obsolete concrete hacked from the pavement Ear-muffled crew pneumatic hammering Why must they leave it till high-traffic season? Can anyone tell me the reason? 24 words written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Obsolete
Named for a lively local lass Notable, her wide-bottomed windlass Plenty of gumption, topped with brass Hands always occupied, holding a glass The mayor at the festival named her first class Come one, come all, no need of a boarding … Continue reading
Bob the Nomad Became a footpad Ventured far for he hadn’t a home Alas, poor Bob, forever to roam Bob the Nomad They claimed him a rough cad A ruffler of skirts, a wild cat hadn’t a backbone Such behaviour … Continue reading
The plague hit hard, the population halved in the first year, in the second year halved again. In the third year its source was found. It came from the ground, present in patches of contaminated soil. Attempts to lift, remove … Continue reading
Ellie tore the vines and grasses from the chest, opened it and dug deep to the bottom, To pull out a small package, wrapped in a plane leaf, darkly brittle. Black, the cube of hard pudding. Yellow, the icing, leached … Continue reading
beside a stream, within dream beside a track, that fell from a back in a dell, fed by a green well in a cot, that no hands got covered and buried, by a shrub darkly berried guarded and railed, by … Continue reading
They’re gonna put me in the movies They’re gonna make a big star out of me Nope. I got a film industry job, but it wasn’t as an actor. I got the job of Continuity. 35 words written for Sammi’s … Continue reading
Central Beach. Summer 2020. Lockdown. To the owner of this deckchair concession… please don’t take this as a premonition, nor yet a forecast.
In her bed yet in her head In her sleep, no place to keep Creeping through sleep’s fragile film In a dream, through veils unseen Into a world that is not ours Where five minutes lived might yet be hours … Continue reading