This week, Kat Myrman, from Like Mercury Colliding, selected the words:
Imagine & Gratitude
All good things They can wait Tomorrows thanks when spoken early Carry big surprises Respond with grace and honour Your acknowledgment is received Doors to the Universe are open Let all the good things fall into your lap…
This week we chose to use the words “MOVE & MAKE” provided by David Ellis.
I turn back A star falls A bright light shifts New fate is arranged Stardust, airborne wishes I compose my inner mind Life has to change for the better An ancient force has prepared the way All will assemble in the red desert…
Crisp Crunching Under foot Orange flashing Autumn dancing by Time moving nature’s gown Cold winter frost lies waiting Where rivers run with time passing Old voices whisper in dark forests Soft spun silken moon hangs dark on blue skies…
October 1, 2020, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story that happens on the dusty trail. It can take place anywhere. Who is your character, where are they going, and why? Bonus points if they meet up with Kid and Pal from D. Avery’s Ranch Yarns and Saddle Up Saloon (they hit the trail so TUFF could take over the saloon).
We cannot see the wind Only the lifting of leaves The swaying of grass As it passes We cannot hear the wind Only the echo It leaves behind The dark curtain of dust It sweeps from the ground All but swallows The four horsemen Riding from the Starbuck Ranch Out to recover a few stray cattle Before the savannah winds Cover the small town of Starbuck With a dark blanket from hell Ask my mother When she tries clearing it up The air around her turns dusty blue The four riders return Spitting blue dust… Cattle safe and sound
It’s the fifth Tuesday of the month! This is our chance to work with a specific syllabic poetry form. So, take this opportunity to learn more about the particular form. You can use any subject, theme, or words to convey your message.
This week’s form is:
My five-year-old asked Do flowers grow in heaven? How do I answer When I haven’t been there yet Her unanswered question lingered…
Stars To light My dark nights To show me more Dancing colours bright Moving for my delight Between the trees a jewel Sparkling magic to dress each branch Great wonders made by His word alone To always light my way home, on the edge…
Kate sat at the table in the Vestry with her head in her hands. She couldn’t believe Jack had found her again, in spite of all the Snowman’s security. She kept seeing the ivory roses, blood dripping from the petals, laid on the altar like an offering. Only Jack could have thought of something that macabre.
The blood reminded her of what had happened to her beloved Dylan, her silver tabby. Jack had ripped him apart in her kitchen, strewing blood and fur all over the floor for her to find. At least this time, she wouldn’t have to clean up the mess.
Why had Michael gone outside?
She knew he was having trouble coming to terms with the fact that their relationship was over. After all this time it must have been a bitter pill to swallow. But going against David Snow’s specific orders was foolish and irresponsible. Maybe his depression had grown bad enough to warrant taking such a risk. Or had he wanted to die?
The voice disapproved. ‘I did ask you to try and be kind to him, Kate. Even though you couldn’t love him, you, of all people, should have treated him better than that…’
It was true; she could remember feeling that bad. Jack had that effect on most people. Just knowing he was out there somewhere had made her suicidal in the past, and the feeling wasn’t too far away at the moment.
The Snowman should have let her see Michael, her imagination couldn’t be worse than the real thing. Right then, it didn’t seem real, and she kept expecting to see him come through the door at any minute. She wished with all her heart that she had run away the first time she suspected Jack was back on the scene. Michael’s sudden reappearance had reawakened all her old desires and dreams, rendering her incapable of thinking straight.
Fate was too cruel. Why had it conspired to bring Jack back into her life at that particular time? If he hadn’t arrived when he did, her brother would not have died and the chain of destruction would have broken.
She wanted to run away but suspected there was no point. Jack would find her wherever she went. The knowledge sunk in that none of them were safe anymore, if they ever were. What would it take to be rid of Jack for good?
Kate heard the door open but realised the noise had come from the wrong side of the room. As she raised her head to investigate, a damp, sweet-smelling cloth covered her face. She struggled against it, but he was too strong.
Anita Dawes picked the two words for you to choose your synonyms from. Opposites are so fun to work with. I can’t wait to see what you come up with!
Here are your two words:
“BLESSED & HEX”
Dark Shadows Upon me By evil eye Sacred ground I seek Holy blessings I need With consecrated water Sorcery follows dark footsteps Leading me by bewitching shadows To bury this black curse on hallowed ground…
Look into my green eyes I’m in disguise My true form hidden Guarded by evil witch Aurelia’s cold dark hand Holds my soul in black granite rock Merlin’s my name, whispered on the wind or love of Arthur, you can set me free…