18 Nov 2010
Magpie Tales # 41
Countdown
The clock ticks.
We have to pick
our moments well
for who can tell
which may be our last?
When grains have passed
through their hour glass until
the very last is about to spill
onto the waiting heap,
then no last-ditch leap
will save us. Time will follow
its course until the last hollow
tock of the clock
will bring life to a stop.
Magpie Tales gave us this ticking time picture of a 'past its sell by date' clock face for this week, which inevitably lead to thoughts of the eleventh hour we will all have to face at some point! Let's hope next week's prompt will be a less decrepit picture, therefore slightly more upbeat in its automatic associations! Nil desperandum, folks!
15 Nov 2010
Microfiction Monday# 57
Pablo was prepared for all weathers; Heat = sunhat: Cold = poncho: Rain = waders.
Could that be why he also sported a Boy Scout's kerchief?
Do go and visit Stony River to see other's who joined this jamboree.
Could that be why he also sported a Boy Scout's kerchief?
Do go and visit Stony River to see other's who joined this jamboree.
13 Nov 2010
Monday's Child #20
With bag and tail draped over wrist
and boa made of feathers,
Lady Rat would sally forth
in every kind of weather.
She always wore a fancy hat,
the times she came to call
on humble Mrs Churchmouse,
who was quiet, shy and small.
Together they would chat and laugh,
tell tales of hanky-panky,
but Lady Rat laughed till she cried
and needed a big hanky!
It's taken me for ever to get round to writing this Monday's Child post! Better late than never?!
and boa made of feathers,
Lady Rat would sally forth
in every kind of weather.
She always wore a fancy hat,
the times she came to call
on humble Mrs Churchmouse,
who was quiet, shy and small.
Together they would chat and laugh,
tell tales of hanky-panky,
but Lady Rat laughed till she cried
and needed a big hanky!
It's taken me for ever to get round to writing this Monday's Child post! Better late than never?!
Poetry Bus for 15th November
A Tramp's Tale
When I chose to leave my home
and start out on life's road alone,
I knew I'd need some eating tools -
I was not a child of fools!
I had a knife, a dented spoon,
but I could tell that very soon
I'd seriously need a fork
to stab the lamb or beef or pork
bangers in my frying pan -
or juicy peaches from a can.
With worldly goods upon my back
I sauntered on by lonely track,
up rolling hills and grassy down,
until I reached a country town
full of shops and rushing people.
In a church with crumbling steeple
I stopped and said a little prayer.
and took a rest while I was there.
'Dear Lord, a fork is all I need...
I wonder if You're paying heed?'
Then came a voice inside my head;
these were the very words it said:-
'When you come to a fork in the road, take it!'
Thanks go to this week's Bus Driver, Karen at Keeping Secrets
11 Nov 2010
Magpie Tales # 40
In Absentia
The spaces in my day
leave holes in the sky
where tears fall through.
Your thoughts are absent,
and build a fence too high
for me to see beyond.
I grieve for a lost time,
for I do not understand
where it has gone,
nor yet why, but its pearls
remain strung about me.
Thanks to Willow for this Magpie Tales picture prompt.
The spaces in my day
leave holes in the sky
where tears fall through.
Your thoughts are absent,
and build a fence too high
for me to see beyond.
I grieve for a lost time,
for I do not understand
where it has gone,
nor yet why, but its pearls
remain strung about me.
Thanks to Willow for this Magpie Tales picture prompt.
8 Nov 2010
Microfiction Monday # 56
Young feet walk the path;
life and lane stretch out ahead.
To where will they lead?
The final destinations
remain in the arms of Time.
My Tanka today is in response to this delightful photo prompt at Stony River.
life and lane stretch out ahead.
To where will they lead?
The final destinations
remain in the arms of Time.
My Tanka today is in response to this delightful photo prompt at Stony River.
5 Nov 2010
Magpie Tales # 39
Headless chickens we may be,
but never without laughter.
Like the chicken and the egg
one has to follows after...
A chicken rushing round and round
in circulatory motion,
is just like us in certain states
when, minus head or notion,
we chase our tails to no effect.
For we are doomed to meet ourselves
back where we had started-
once the circle is complete...
But, do not be downhearted!
Shrug your shoulders, give a laugh,
(He who laughs last, laughs longest!)
and remember this old saw -
The devil take the hindmost!
Now, kindly close the door...
N.B. A 'saw' in this context is a saying!
For more fowl feathers see Willow's Magpie Tales this week.
but never without laughter.
Like the chicken and the egg
one has to follows after...
A chicken rushing round and round
in circulatory motion,
is just like us in certain states
when, minus head or notion,
we chase our tails to no effect.
For we are doomed to meet ourselves
back where we had started-
once the circle is complete...
But, do not be downhearted!
Shrug your shoulders, give a laugh,
(He who laughs last, laughs longest!)
and remember this old saw -
The devil take the hindmost!
Now, kindly close the door...
N.B. A 'saw' in this context is a saying!
For more fowl feathers see Willow's Magpie Tales this week.
31 Oct 2010
Microfiction Monday # 55
Old head on young shoulders,
pumpkin moon in the sky,
black cat and besom show
Halloween's nigh!
For a few more leftover spells, all using less than 140 characters, go and visit Stony River.
pumpkin moon in the sky,
black cat and besom show
Halloween's nigh!
For a few more leftover spells, all using less than 140 characters, go and visit Stony River.
Monday's Child # 19
Rabbiting On
At Roger Rabbit's party,
we were waiting to begin.
We sat down at the table,
napkins tucked under the chin.
But - he made us listen,
as he read from rustling pages,
to rather boring speeches
that waffled on for ages.
He talked so long the tea got cold
the sandwiches grew limp
and Mrs Bunny fell asleep
over the potted shrimp.
We tried hard to be patient
while Roger Rabbit read,
though we started to get worried
it would soon be time for bed!
Thanks to Monday's Child for this weeks prompt.
At Roger Rabbit's party,
we were waiting to begin.
We sat down at the table,
napkins tucked under the chin.
But - he made us listen,
as he read from rustling pages,
to rather boring speeches
that waffled on for ages.
He talked so long the tea got cold
the sandwiches grew limp
and Mrs Bunny fell asleep
over the potted shrimp.
We tried hard to be patient
while Roger Rabbit read,
though we started to get worried
it would soon be time for bed!
Thanks to Monday's Child for this weeks prompt.
29 Oct 2010
Flash 55 for 29th October
Halloween's coming!
The witches draw nigh
on hovering besoms
high in the sky-
see, cloak and hat?
How their silhouettes fly!
A familiar black cat
is often nearby,
perched on the handle,
ears all a-twitch,
long tail a-dandle,
mewling spells to the moon.
It's best you steer clear
of fast flying brooms
once Halloween's here!
For more 55's go and visit Mr Knowitall.
But because I was concentrating on 55 words, this effort didn't please me! The re-worked, tidier version can be found HERE
The witches draw nigh
on hovering besoms
high in the sky-
see, cloak and hat?
How their silhouettes fly!
A familiar black cat
is often nearby,
perched on the handle,
ears all a-twitch,
long tail a-dandle,
mewling spells to the moon.
It's best you steer clear
of fast flying brooms
once Halloween's here!
For more 55's go and visit Mr Knowitall.
But because I was concentrating on 55 words, this effort didn't please me! The re-worked, tidier version can be found HERE
28 Oct 2010
Magpie Tales # 38
A Tanka
In Memoriam.
In Memoriam.
Chiselled stone bears the two dates
which span a whole life;
stories between birth and death
an unwritten legacy.
26 Oct 2010
Monday's Child # 18
When Lucy had a birthday,
her cards came in the post.
But can you guess
which one of these
young Lucy like the most?
Why, the one which held some money
that she could go and spend
on lollipops and ice-cream
for all her favourite friends!
Thanks to Monday's Child and the choice of Cameron L Browne's illustration for this week's prompt.
her cards came in the post.
But can you guess
which one of these
young Lucy like the most?
Why, the one which held some money
that she could go and spend
on lollipops and ice-cream
for all her favourite friends!
Thanks to Monday's Child and the choice of Cameron L Browne's illustration for this week's prompt.
25 Oct 2010
Microfiction Monday # 54
The boys were hoping to acquire a tan to cover their naked torsos while scoffing beer and sandwiches. Fat chance!
To join the picnic today, visit Susan at Stony River and write your story in 140 characters or less.
To join the picnic today, visit Susan at Stony River and write your story in 140 characters or less.
24 Oct 2010
Poetry Bus for 25th October
Chance Encounter
I had not thought to meet another
who sought a place of solitude that day,
but fate had other plans. Although we met
as strangers, yet, with conversation,
began a seedling friendship. We recognised
an understanding- not one rooted in words -
where she and I were in agreement
on many levels. Had the Universe planned
this happenstance? Did our auras call
to one another across time and space?
Did they mark this place as a possible
intersection of our pathways?
Was this a sign, a crossroad made to force
a change of direction in our lives? Who knows?
But friendship, offered and accepted,
is a double sided currency
which pays unimagined dividends.
For Poetry Bus tickets to other Meeting Places, go and see Argent's Bus Route this week.
I had not thought to meet another
who sought a place of solitude that day,
but fate had other plans. Although we met
as strangers, yet, with conversation,
began a seedling friendship. We recognised
an understanding- not one rooted in words -
where she and I were in agreement
on many levels. Had the Universe planned
this happenstance? Did our auras call
to one another across time and space?
Did they mark this place as a possible
intersection of our pathways?
Was this a sign, a crossroad made to force
a change of direction in our lives? Who knows?
But friendship, offered and accepted,
is a double sided currency
which pays unimagined dividends.
For Poetry Bus tickets to other Meeting Places, go and see Argent's Bus Route this week.
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