#Flash Fiction Challenge for Carrot Ranch Literary Community… #Poetry

April 2: Flash Fiction Challenge

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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.

April 2, 2020, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story that includes pizza. It can be an original pizza pie (or slice) or something pizza-like. Go where the prompt leads!

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No food in the shops

The cupboards are bare

My children are hungry

There is nothing to share

My stomach is rumbling

I try racking my brains

What on earth can we do while

All our energy drains?

A meat pie sounds great

A roast dinner would be better

I am being haunted by food

buttered toast would be kind

but pizza would be good

I can see it now, my mouth waters

I can smell the delicious aroma

of tomato, ham and cheese

A joy to my heart, my stomach too

Will someone bring me a pizza please?

©Jaye Marie 2020

Not all bonsai are perfect…

 

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At this time of year, I hover over my bonsai collection like a mother hen, watching and waiting for the long-awaited signs of the new growth that would mean a new year has begun for them.

Most years they all return, bursting into life with enthusiasm.

There have been a few disappointments, like the time the frost was so severe it killed several of my charges.

Or when some obscure tree disease strikes, and a tree sadly dies.

I was inspecting them all this morning, pleased that most of them were on the move, when my eye came to rest on one such afflicted tree that suffered badly two years ago. Only the disease hadn’t killed the whole tree, just half of it.

I bought this tree as a small shrub from a garden centre, attracted by the almost black colour of the finely cut foliage. I had never seen one quite like it before and although it wasn’t yet a bonsai, I was sure we could create magic together.

When the disease struck, I thought I would eventually lose the tree altogether but every year it grows stronger. It is a most unusual shape but its desire to grow and grow well somehow has me rooting for it.

 

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I have some very good trees, well worthy of being called bonsai but also have a motley collection of oddities. I call them bonsai in training but in all honesty, will probably never be good enough for that distinction. They come from just about everywhere, from the garden or seeds dropped by the birds. Some I don’t even know their name but love the look of them.

I may be a perfectionist in other things but not where Nature and all growing things are concerned. As one of her biggest fans, I love everything she does, no matter how odd or unusual.

She does her best to be perfect and that’s good enough for me…

 

©Jaye Marie 2020

 

All Paths Lead Home #Writephoto ~ Together #Poetry

Thursday photo prompt: Together #writephoto

 

 

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For visually challenged writers, the image shows the sun painting a golden pathway across the sands and sea.

 

All Paths lead Home

The pale-yellow orb hangs

low against the shoreline

Jason has dragged the golden fleece

Across land and sea

His many adventures mirroring

The twelve labours of Hercules

Stories he is eager to tell

When he reaches home

Of giant men made of stone

Seas that boil

The Gorgon, her hair of snakes

Do not look, she turns flesh to stone.

They are tired, hungry

More monsters assault their path

They fight on, home is calling

The king waits for his prize

Like Hansel and Gretel

Jason and the Argonauts

Follow the golden path home…

©anitadawes 2020

 

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Change, Stays the Same…#Poetry

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Change, stays the same

In the land of what if

You get to take a different train

Meet new people that end up feeling the same

Turn left not right, did this change anything?

Late for work you catch the bus just in time

No matter the change of circumstances

You end up back where you started from

Because it’s the right starting point for you

What is meant for you?

Cannot pass you in its many forms

Don’t waste time

In the land of what if

Tomorrow could bring something

You are waiting for…

©anitadawes 2020

The View from my Writing Desk…

 

 

 

Although we live in a town, it isn’t an inner-city town. Tucked behind the South Downs in Hampshire, we are just 19 miles from the sea.

An ordinary town really, rows of streets spreading out from the town centre with all manner of shops and businesses. The local council keep it tidy and provide us with well-kept trees, bushes and green areas.

Sometimes, if you know where to look, you can find something special here, something that doesn’t quite belong. Hidden among the sprawling streets, small treasures can be found. Little rivers emerge unexpectedly, creating a magical atmosphere. ( I have recently found another such treasure. Post to follow…)

We have such an oddity in our back garden.

We all have trees and bushes in our gardens, but we have a giant gum tree. Far taller than our house, it dwarfs every tree for miles around.

It seems so much supple than other trees and maybe this has something to do with it being a gum tree. The leaves smell faintly of eucalyptus and it has such a graceful way of moving with the wind.

I watch this tree most mornings as I wait for my brain to warm up, but this morning we had the aftermath of Storm Eric.  The wind was fierce, so the view from my window was dramatic. Strong gusts tried to break the tree, viciously pushing and shoving until I thought one would give way. But the branches were so supple they simply danced away, ducking and weaving like a Whirling Dervish until the wind abated.

We could learn a lot from trees. Most of them have been here longer than we have and will remain long after we have gone. They survive, I think because they simply do what they were born to do and they do it well. They take what comes in their stride (so to speak) patiently waiting for the seasons to change or the wind to stop blowing.

A lesson for us all there, I think…