Helene Vaillant ~ Willow Poetry # Clear Sight…




Willow Poetry
Hélène Vaillant


This week, for the first time, we are writing a post for Helene Vaillant from Willow Poetry.  This amazing prompt insisted on being written about!



Clear Sight by Willow Poetry



Time Again

Tommy waits, half hidden from the world

As he has done for a hundred years

The river runs calm behind him singing

Of the ache in his heart to be seen

Find a family to bring him into being

One special pair of eyes to see beyond time

Past the tree, that hides what will be

Tommy has been lost for too long

His face cannot be seen

His tears flow like the river ever onwards

Today, for a moment, the river stills its wandering

As Annie, picnicking with her family, spies Tommy

Her mother watches as she stands speaking to the tree

Gently, she asks why. ‘I am playing with my friend.’

Annie’s mother could see only the tree

Thinking her daughter had found an imaginary friend

She was happy to let it be.

As Annie said goodbye, she had a funny feeling

Five years old, she tried to tell her mother

that her wish for a brother would come true

Annie’s eyes were the ones Tommy had been waiting for

There will be no need for Tommy’s tears now

Climbing into her father’s car, Annie turned

to wave to her friend who was no longer there

Time would tell Annie’s wish…


#Wordle 402 #Poetry



The River

It was the view from the window

That made me fly from the city to settle here.

I could float here all day

let my small boat drift off where it will

I hear the river sigh, sing a song long remembered

A declaration of love

I am here when you need me

I sense the peace afforded, the charm of letting go

Crows line the treetops

I am reminded that the river also brings death to those

Who don’t respect its ways

When the season is right, it will push back on itself

The tidal bore, a strange sight

A wall of blue water running backwards

As if it is collecting something forgotten

As I glide through the river shallows

I am reminded of where we came from

We are the light that glows above

Holding all together as brothers

We are fallen diamonds

We are stardust...



May Speculative Fiction #WritingPrompt from Myths of the Mirror… #Poetry

Diana, of Myths of the Mirror has a new feature on her blog called, “Speculative Fiction Writing Prompt.”  Please visit the link above to find out more about the challenge, then join in the great fun!

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Time makes fools of us all

You cannot outrun it, cannot change it

Let yourself ride the wave it places you on

It may push you further out beyond the sea

Where the difference becomes obvious to your mind

To make more of what you are

Let science take you beyond the limits of thought

Let them use their golden mechanical parts

Choose to make a difference

Stand out from the crowd if that is what you need

Wheels within wheels moving space, changing time

We turn; we spin our way through life

trying to keep up with the machines

Let them rebuild your broken body

Become the inner man you were meant to be

Let your mind tune in to the wonder that is you…


#Flash Fiction Challenge for Carrot Ranch Literary Community #Poetry




99 words, no more, no less. It’s a simple constraint, an easy-to-master literary art form, and a powerful writing tool for creatives and entrepreneurs. Writers calibrate the usefulness and beauty of 99-words through weekly flash fiction challenges.




Sisu is woven into our DNA

lying dormant, waiting , trapped quicksilver

hoping the day never comes where we will be tested

Do we freeze, or jump into action to save a life?

where we meet a part of ourselves

we would not recognise in the mirror

the hero who hides behind that pinstriped suit

mild-mannered like the man of steel

we would you run into a burning building

because you heard a cry for help?

many think we could go one step beyond

if called upon to act

would you leap without thinking

does quicksilver run through your veins?


#Writephoto ~ Monochrome

Thursday photo prompt: Monochrome #writephoto





My house of black and white chevrons

Sunlight cannot kiss colour into its bones

It glows under the moonlight, a beacon to the past

A time of Shakespeare whose words knit together

as if spoken by a strange tongue

Intrigue walks beside soft meadows along the river Avon

My house of shadows echoes lost stories spoken by the bard

His voice lingers throughout Stratford

Walk the streets, you cannot help but hear

The whispered voice of that bearded genius

May this giant wordsmith’s words echo

and be heard a hundred years ago…



Jaye’s Journal ~ week 18


Jaye's Journal x12


This week, I must have found my sensible hat, for most of last week’s problems have just faded away, leaving the rest of them easily managed.

My WIP is written in three acts. Acts one and two have been edited to within an inch of their lives, run rough Grammarly and finally spell checked. Progress indeed!

I am really impressed with Grammarly. It finds all of my mistakes and their suggestions aren’t bad either. It is so easy to use, and my readability has increased tremendously since using it. It really is helpful and doesn’t muck about with the formatting, unlike some I have used before.

The third act needs the works thrown at it now, and after that, I will do the final read through, checking there is enough magic. Also considering having it read to me by the new feature I have discovered on Word.

Despite all of this incredible progress, my dismal eyesight is making everything a nightmare. My eyes get so tired with all the straining, but I am determined to finish the WIP and make it the best yet.

I have also started an experiment with Fiverr.com. You have probably heard of them, they offer all kinds of writing-related services at reasonable rates. For the princely sum of £12, a very accomplished woman is beta reading one of my other books. She has masses of glowing reviews, so hopefully will do a good job.

I hope she does, for I need all the feedback I can get, especially with this new book coming out soon.


This week’s Rant

I may have mentioned this before, but I love going through my emails. Some people find this a chore, but to me, they are a wealth of interesting posts and valuable information on some fascinating subjects. Twice a day, (yes, we get that many) I get to explore, discover and enjoy so many delights.

BUT… because BT has recently tinkered (updated) the way we get them, what was once a joy, is now a bloody nightmare!

It refuses to obey me, argues with me and then freezes, so I end up switching to my laptop just to keep my sanity. BT made the mistake of asking what I thought of their improvements this morning, so I let them have my opinion, both bloody barrels!

And a word to the wise, I hear that Twitter is planning an update too!

watermark xjj



Colleen’s Weekly Poetry Challenge… #Double Etheree #Poetry

Colleen’s 2019 Weekly #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge

Colleen is not yet back in circulation, but we post this double etheree in her honour!





spells I found

hocus pocus

written in red ink

by foolish minds in need

from dark fancy born at night

dreams gone wrong by wish for power

time guards all sorcery that it owns

your mind alone  will never write the spell

your own illusion brings you back to hell

your spell was written with crooked pen

the devil waits to call you in

the wish made while heart was black

returns, a tenfold smack

forgive your mistake

make one right wish

for your life

to turn



#The Sunday Whirl ~ Wordle 401




The paper cut on my finger was driving me mad this morning.

The work I had done wasn’t worth it, and my cat had just dumped a dead mouse in the kitchen. Sitting there with a stupid grin on his face.

On top of that, the last draft I had been working on had coffee stains where I knocked my cup over, making it look like an old manuscript.

I was beginning to think I needed an overseer just to get through the day.

I had promised to have the work in by the end of the month. I needed new ideas, but they must be hiding in the dark side of my mind. Like a coal miner, I would have to find a way to dig them out.

The die has not been cast just yet.

I will not be beaten by paper cuts, unwelcome gifts on my kitchen floor, or spilt coffee. I will not allow these things to diminish one ounce of who I am.

 I am woman, I shall win the day back…


#Writephoto ~ Shade #Poetry

Thursday photo prompt: Shade #writephoto




Image by scvincent.com



I felt as though I walked in a dream,

The air, soft, silk against my skin

The shade afforded me by the woods welcomed me in

The heat of the sun no longer at my back

Leaves dancing to music only they could hear

I slowed my pace, hoping not to miss the spot

Where miracles are made beside an empty grave

It’s lid missing, moss-grown edges

When I find it, I will set up camp, wait for the lady

Dressed in twilight who kneels beside the hollow grave

Small trinkets lay within thanking the lady for the dream,

The wish that came from tokens given

My mind was not ready for the vision before me

She was the embodiment of twilight, that something in between

She knelt beside the hollow grave, her hand gentle on the mossy edge

Her head bowed, not in prayer

I felt her sadness, the want of her loss, her deep longing

To be reunited with the love that is no longer there

Her beauty, her sorrow moved my feet towards her

Like a sudden gust of wind, she vanished

I knelt there, taking my silver medallion of St Jude

From my keyring and placed it inside the hollow space

It was sometime later when I heard that

The lady of twilight was never seen there again…



#Flash Fiction Challenge for Carrot Ranch Literary Community #Poetry


April 25, 2019, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story that includes exhaustion. Who is exhausted and why? Can you make art of exhaustion? Go where the prompt leads!



There isn’t enough hours in the day to do all that needs doing

I can’t afford a maid, I don’t have a rewind button

Although I could do with having one fitted

Maybe some new batteries, like the ones that keep the bunny running

Now I don’t have the strength to run, to hide just for a while

Sleep does not help much, I awake with a backache and sore feet

Head spinning with the thought of all that is yet to come

The day is full before I start

I can get through another one because of love…