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Tag Archives: Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt
What a View
It’s knee trembling Leg wobbling Spine shaking Skin sweating Mind numbing Terrifying… Yet breath-taking 14 words written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Breath-taking
Green Grows the Leaves of Spring
She had grown Oh my, how she’d grown But up, not out or down I feared she’d never now fit in her gown A new outfit for her A dress all in shades of green The most beautiful dapple ever … Continue reading
Posted in Photos, Poems (Some Silly)
Tagged Leaves, Photos, Poem, Sammi's Weekend Writing Prompt
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Tick Tock
Hearing the clock The slow tick-tock The minute-by-minute Move of the hands Inexorable, the slip of the sands Countdown to tragedy Oh woe, alas, what’s to become of me A noose awaits me on the morrow A noose that will … Continue reading
Sixth Out From The Sun
Jo deemed it utterly unfair. It wasn’t his fault if he came across as cold, remote, unfriendly. It was down to his birth order and he’d had no control over that. Three older sisters, and two brothers, the sixth child … Continue reading
To My Would-Be Valentine
Oh would-be lover, I entreat No more of your rough-hewn poems without meat I tire of this naïve talk of the moon And how you swoon It’s altogether too jejune 30 words written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Jejune
Listen to Me
Don’t speak to me of your spending-spree Nor your vacation by the sea Truth, my dear, I fail to see What reasons for your fanciful glee Overspent The bank’s not going to relent They’ll charge you double Their fees will … Continue reading
I Blame That Op
The world can go spin The neighbours make whatever their din The vicar commit his endless sin Cos I’m telling you, Jimmy That full frontal lobotomy Was the very end of me Until that op I didn’t have this apathy … Continue reading
Gemini
Castor and Pollux, thrown high into the night sphere – hanging around with nothing to do Talented at acquiring more talents – if not with innate abilities then through their trading and dubious dealing Maybe not kings but guardians of … Continue reading
Posted in Mythic Fiction, Photos
Tagged Astrology, Mythology, Sammi's Weekend Writing Prompt
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Intrigue
It was cryptic, the script which lay before me, written in an Elizabethan Secretarial Hand. By the spymaster himself? Could it be? It was well preserved; it must have been the best quality vellum, and first time used, not marred … Continue reading
The Wizard from the Bosphorus
He was a Turk, a wizard from the Bosphorus His spells, we all agreed, sounded totally monotonous Ponderous, not at all sonorous In a tongue that was to us quite barbarous But alas—alas!—he’d spotted us It seemed the wizard wanted … Continue reading