Alias Jinksy

No words have come to me yet for Mag 175 , where Tess posted an image by Musin Yohan. Something may occur to me later in the week, in whi...

If a chap says "Will you light my fire?" I'd hope that his thoughts would range higher than a flame for a fag - I don...

Is what lights this dreamscape scenario! It originated from a colourful painting by Marc Chagall, which Tess chose for her Mag 173 this week...

And G-Man Today the wind has been blustering, mustering its strength to  huff and puff our hairdos into new styles never before s...

Reminders Like little press studs, each line of bubble-pack pills has been popped open; They marked the days of the week, no need for a ca...

Question; does a lock keep you in, or others out? Perhaps the answer lies within the key. Power of posession belongs to he or she ...

Liquid notes fly up to heaven and the wings of song lift the spirits of all who hear this day's dawn chorus. Thanks to Tess at The...

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 - ...