Alias Jinksy

Nightingales illuminate night with their song while moths dance, enchanted by star-bright notes which fill the darkness. Thanks go...

Life force from gold petals spawns fairy-clock seeds in clusters, waiting for a waft of wind. Perhaps some flower whorls are harvested...

Fantasy from another world; distant sun. The photo by Togan Gokbakar which Tess chose for her Mag 168 sent me off on an artistic trip!...

Kim, with Real Toad's mini Sunday prompt shot me back to my earliest days, and thanks to an eBay photo, I've even been able to sh...

Voyage of Discovery Bare bones lightning sketch, tree branch arms; face in focus. Sky eats hair, devours softer beauty, leaves sta...

"Goodby e" to April - soon "Hello" to May! We've come to the end of a poem a day - that NaPo - type madness whic...

Before The Future Poets were called to arms; NaPoRiMo beckoned them on April Fool's Day. Tomorrow pens will run dry. An exceedingl...

Kerry of Real Toad's fame , set us searching for our favourite quote from Harper Lee' s wonderful book "To Kill a Mocking...

Before The Front Door A living carpet overspills this path. Leaves speckled like a thrush's breast: flowers - pink, to blue, to shad...

Slugs V. Daffs When slick-faced, coal-pit slugs abound using instinct's guile to nibble and to help create the daffodils' d...

What A Carry On The thirty days in April must have gone to all our heads - "Go write a poem every day!" was what somebody sai...

Hope Realisation that nothing lasts for ever; goodbye to childhood. But in welcoming changes all things become possible. A  Tanka wr...

I spotted a prompt at We Write Poems , thanks to a link in Viv In France's blog , and as they were asking for something silly - well - ...

Thanks to Kerry, and IGWRT's plea that we all work towards a greener and cleaner Earth - this being World Earth Day, apparently- my qui...

Haiku Sample Get your free hugs here! My special offers are shipped twenty four seven. I was sent a request  for one of these via a co...

Plat Du Jour Saturday special? My granddaughters are coming; favourite menu.

A.M. It's half past one. Rest will not come until my skin has cooled. My shins burn while I yearn for slumber. A number of factors have ...

NaPoRiMo Dilemma The weekend is coming, there’s no mistaking that. Can I pull another ditty from my thinking cap? Will Fr...

Voyage - or Cinquains Float My Boat Writing poetry is miserable sometimes when new ideas refuse to come on board. Your boat loses th...

Imagination comes in handy when the 'Spring' remains elusive - only a word we remember from last year, but which we begin to doubt w...