Category Archives: Poetry

C is for Crushed

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An attempt to produce a poem or story from now until the end of April (except Sundays)
The theme for the 2022 A to Z Challenge is the human condition.

Titanic dreams
His plans for the future that became hers
The scrimping and saving to buy the ramshackle cottage with a plot of land

Titanic dreams
The love that was there from their first date
A trip to the cinema, with Jack and Rose racing through sinking corridors
“Jack!”
“Rose!”

Shrieking, laughing, running through their waterlogged house
Rain pouring through holes in the roof
Tumbling into bed

Titanic dreams
Pointing, plastering, painting
Watertight and snug
Planting, hoeing, harvesting
Selling organic soaps and candles
Slaughtering their first chicken
Holding it on the block as she lifts the axe
“Jack!”
“Rose!”

Titanic dreams
The car, the storm, the broken bridge
She floats to the surface
The woman in the nightgown
But cold water brought cold death

Titanic dreams
“Jack!”
“Rose!”
The echoes fade as she awakes
And remembers
It wasn’t a dream
How can her heart go on?

The Philosopher’s Stone

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For the visually challenged writer, the photo is of a woman with a pensive expression on her face as she sits upon a large, mossy rock deep inside a forest.

Thinking time
Thinking space
Time to think in space

Freeing her mind
To permutations
Possibilities
And indecision

She sighs
and shifts
position

Realising now
Her mother was right
Sitting on damp rocks
Will give you piles

Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge 162

Weekend Writing Prompt #253 – Human Remains

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Written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: catacomb (77 words)

Trash the ash, and soon you’ll see how much cash you’ll be able to stash
And you may also delay delivery of your old bones to the catacombs
But please don’t expect to stay ensconced there for eternity
Because there’s no space to lie about in a state of perpetuity
And an ex-smoker’s remains are too weak for the making of spears or bowls
They’ll grind your bones instead, not to make bread but to fill potholes

SOCS & JusJoJan: Isis in Crisis

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LindaGHill’s prompt for #JusJoJan and Stream of Consciousness Saturday is: let go. Write about the first thing that comes to mind when you think “let go.” Enjoy!. Have fun! Click HERE for the rest of the rules.

Sky Goddess, wife and mother
When Set killed your husband
Scattering his remains along the Nile
You diligently searched the riverbank
Finding all but the genitals
Some might say you missed the best bits of all
But others might say you should have let it go
And spent the time looking out for yourself

MLMM’s Double Take & Saturday Mix

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Today’s challenge from Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie is double-take, using the homophones clack/claque and click/clique.

Clickety-click-clickety-clack
The endless quack of the claque
Is sending the clique into a pique
Because the technique of the pipsqueak
Behind this squawking rabble
Is to annoy and rattle
The holders of all the powers
And crush their ivory towers