99 Word Challenge for Carrot Ranch Literary Community #Poetry

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April 18, 2019, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story about gender. It can be fixed or fluid. Explore the topic on your own terms and open your mind to possibilities and understanding. Go where the prompt leads!

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Boys and girls

My mother’s despair plain to see

At my unladylike behaviour

As I climb the conker tree

With my dress tucked inside my underwear

To beat the boys was my game

I take my brother’s double cap gun holster

Make my own bow and arrow

Dolls and frills were not for me

Until a daughter came to me

I dress her in silks and frills

As my mother would have liked to see

Quite the woman I turned out to be

My daughter never climbed a tree

No guns, no bows and arrows

Today’s boys and girls play the same…

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#The Sunday Whirl ~ #Wordle 400

 

 

Sacred Site

His newborn wings formed by ancient light

Lift him high above England green and pleasant land

Yet bittersweet the sight below

Broken monuments where stained glass no longer glows

No limit to pilgrim’s footfall

Still, they come to climb the ridge where the tower stands

Soothe worn out feet in water that ever flows

Quench their thirst from the White Spring spray

Where no salt lies within

Joseph’s blossom tree has stood the test of time

Offers shade, rest awhile

Hear the whispered songs of old

Feel the beat of ancient wings where power still remains…

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#Writephoto ~ Beyond #Poetry

Thursday photo prompt: Beyond #writephoto

Use the image below as inspiration to create a post on your own blog… poetry, prose, humour… light or dark, whatever you choose, by noon (GMT)  Wednesday 24th April  and link back to this post with a pingback to be included in the round-up.  There is no word limit and no style requirements, except to keep it fairly family friendly.

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Sunlight beauty beyond the trees

Pyramid doorway beckons

Ode to Pythagoras

I stand safe in shadows

This sunlit vale hides what my eyes cannot see

My heart weeps for want

A distant cry, drums beating

Forest burning

Loves memory written in smoke

A call borne from pain

How can I reach where my feet will not go?

A singularity of knowing holds me fast

Two hearts beat beyond the branches entwined

In triangular splendour they wait for me

Take time to feel their welcome

Reach out, take hold of safe hands

To hold under sunlight’s warm embrace…

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#Flash Fiction Challenge for Carrot Ranch Literary Community #Poetry

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April 11, 2019, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story using the phrase “beggars can’t be choosers.” You can play with the words, alter them or interpret them without using the phrase. Give it any slant you want — show what it means or add to its  meaning. Go where the prompt leads!

 

And this is our contribution…

 

Years ago when I wore second- hand clothes

Worn out shoes

Sleeping in a room with no heat

Blankets as thin as rice paper

I made my way long ago,

I am happy

Some I know are still searching

Most days, he sits at the corner of Waitrose

Playing his clarinet

I hear the coins drop into his open case

At his feet as I pass

Today, I would give him a choice

Between a sandwich and  coffee or a two- pound scratch card

I walked home eating the sandwich

Without waiting. I hoped he made the right choice.

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#Wordle 398 #Poetry

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Daylight bleeds into night,

the sound of guns firing in battle

men falling, fireflies dancing above their heads

Ghostly glow for the dead, now fear is alive

The class ring on blackened burned out hands

shines the way, starlight bouncing on gold

They no longer want, they hear no chatter

No sweet smells of honey where they lie

There is a special room put aside

Where their names chime through eternity…

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#99 word Challenge for Carrot Ranch Literary Community #Poetry

April 4: Flash Fiction Challenge

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Flame

Prometheus stole fire to give to mankind.

For this the great Titan was punished by Zeus

tied to a rock so an eagle would eat his liver

which would heal overnight

to be eaten again the next day.

Until a hero comes. Hercules to the rescue.

I have thought of Prometheus as my hero

his punishment did not fit the crime.

Now he is mostly forgotten,

we sit on the beach, toast our marshmallows

the fire taken for granted.

Fire can take a forest, leaving burnt ash

yet it will grow again like Prometheus liver,

magic in the flame…

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#Wordle 396 ~Yesterday’s Moon #Poetry

 

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Yesterday’s moon

One forgotten spirit walks

beneath yesterday’s cloudy moon.

Searching for alchemy, transformation

old age magic to remove the sting of memory.

The song remembered under dark skies

to have a voice, to sing again.

The pull, the swell of life below,

a mix of bittersweet memory.

Chill thoughts of a life wasted

the need to be born again.

Haunted by the scarred face of the moon.

Would that a strong wind could blow

his spirit newborn,

beneath tomorrow’s full moon...

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#Flash Fiction 99 Word Challenge forThe Carrot Ranch Literary Community #Poetry

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My Bucket

Sacred water, the giver of life

we do everything with it

bathe, clean windows, wash cars

Leave a bowl out for the birds

Christen our new borns

As children, we splash in it

laughing and screaming getting soaking wet

We go boating on a summer afternoon

hand held over the side

Gentle water slipping through our fingers

Hidden trails of water beneath our feet

The Hindu God of Oceans, Varuna

Salty water, secret life below

Water is calm and violent

we cannot do without it

It sustains all life, take time

to bless the magic that falls on us…

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#Flash Fiction 99 Word Challenge for Carrot Ranch Literary Community

 

Carrot Ranch Challenge

 

The Attic

Clearing out the attic

I found Grandads chisels

carefully wrapped in cloth.

He is no longer with us

But I remember him telling me

Always look after your tools.

He was the same with all his tools

Paintbrushes must be thoroughly cleaned.

Unwrapping the cloth, five chisels

as good as the day he bought them

Rosewood handles, each blade sharp

as the last time he held them.

I could feel him beside me

nudging me to find the wooden train set

he made for my twelfth birthday.

I found so much more, I rediscovered

My grandfather, his lost wisdom…

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Colleen’s Weekly #Poetry Challenge

Colleen’s 2019 Weekly #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 127 #SynonymsOnly

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I

attend

Sunday church

my soul transcend

sins everywhere

the walls run thick with tears

heads bowed in silent prayer

seeking forgiveness given here

candle lit, penance paid, sins vanish

I chase my shadow across the Rubicon

The die is cast, whose favour will it fall

my soul hangs in balance of payment

I track the desert wilderness

I seek the one who can help

to return me from hell

call me from exile

the hunt over

my own guide

I live

now

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