Photos by Sarah, Thursday Doors

Puffing Billy

On the weekend my husband and I enjoyed the wine and dine lunch on Puffing Billy steam train in the Dandenong Ranges, Victoria. This is the door to our carriage car, called “Mount Lyall”.


Prompt: Norm 2.0, Thursday Doors, August 31, 2017 – guest host Joey

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Scribblings by Sarah, Stories by Sarah

(N)o-rigami


Image credit Dev Benjamin via Unsplash

The lecturers at teacher’s college always advised, Try out the lesson yourself first – so you know what you’re doing and have a good model to work from…

So I did.

Unfortunately, it took so many attempts, there was no origami paper left for the children!

By Sarah ©2017


Prompt: Only 100 Words, Three Line Tales – Week 83

Haibun, Poetry by Sarah

Linger


Image credit Don Naman

Author’s note: This is my first attempt at a “one-line Haibun” or “one-bun”, which is a “Free-style” haibun. It’s a haibun-form created by Jim Kacian. The “one-bun” is a haibun in just one line, title text and haiku combined in just one-line.

as the last few strums on the metallic strings reverberate around the stadium, the lead guitarist waits for the burgeoning cheers of the crowd; all appreciative fans

dying notes Linger on and on they echo ’round growing record sales

By Sarah ©2017

Prompt: Bikurgurl, 100 Word Wednesday, Week 34; Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, Heeding Haiku With Chèvrefeuille, August 30th 2017 – growth one-bun*

Poetry by Sarah, Tanka

No More


Image credit Barbara Florczyk

Her only comfort,
as the rain falls around her,
– a canopy’s space.

She dreams of a time to come,
when the tears will flow no more.

By Sarah ©2017

Prompt: Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, Photo Challenge #178; Ramblings of a Writer, Weekly Tanka Prompt Challenge, Week 60 – space and dream

Photos by Sarah, Tuesday Photo Challenge

Lake Daylesford

Lake Daylesford in Daylesford, Victoria is a main attraction for visitors and locals. It is a haven for bird life, a place to enjoy a picnic, take a scenic walk or enjoy the glorious views it provides.


Image credit By Sarah ©2017
Prompt: Dutch Goes The Photo, Tuesday Photo Challenge, Week 72 – Blue

Haiku, Poetry by Sarah

Golden Treasure



Image credit Pixabay 


Excitedly turned,
the stone reveals its pleasure
– a golden treasure!


By Sarah ©2017

Prompt: Colleen’s Weekly Poetry Challenge, #48 – stone and turn; Ronovan Writes, Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt, Challenge #164 – pleasure and excite

Haiku, Poetry by Sarah

A Perfect Wedding

Excited shivers
ripple through family and friends.
Here she comes – the bride!

———–

As enraptured guests
witness exchanging of vows,
tearful joy glistens.

———–

Joined now forever
as loving husband and wife,
they share their first kiss.

———–

Reception begins,
photographs taken outside
So lucky – no rain!

———–

The night melts away –
Dancing, speeches, bouquet thrown.
A perfect wedding.


By Sarah ©2017


Author’s note: My baby brother Matthew got married on the weekend! This collection of Haiku is an homage to him and his lovely new wife. Such a joyous day and I’m so lucky to have shared in their special celebration ❤️


Image credit By Sarah ©2017

Prompt: TJ’s Household Haiku, 27 August 2017 – shiver and rain; Daily Post Daily Prompt, homage

Stories by Sarah

The Shortcut


Image credit Dawn Miller

She couldn’t believe it! Such bad luck breaking down in the middle of nowhere. She should have stuck to the main road; not risked the shortcut. She slammed her door and kicked a tyre, releasing frustration. She checked her cell phone, knowing it would be pointless. No signal.

Great! Just great! she thought.

She could either wait it out until the next car came along, or walk to the nearest house and get some help. Weighing up her options, she began trudging along the dirt road. Thankfully, she didn’t need to walk too long before she saw a letterbox. She memorised the address and began walking up the driveway.

The grass grew long and she mentally chastised the owners. Didn’t they know it was a fire hazard? She drew closer to the house, and something began to nag in the back of her mind. It seemed so familiar here.

She rounded the corner, took in the front door, and noticed, standing to the side, three cups resting on posts. One that was too big, one that was too small, and one that was just right.

She realised she had been here before; many years ago.

Goldilocks turned and ran…

By Sarah ©2017

Prompt: Sunday Photo Fiction, August 27th 2017; Daily Post Daily Prompt: memorise 

Scribblings by Sarah, Stories by Sarah

Close To The Sun


Image credit By Sarah ©;   Sunset at Mt McKay

Some of the best views of the high country, are near Falls Creek, Victoria. 

I was currently trudging up Mt McKay and racing the clock to see a sunset. At 1,849 metres above the sea level, it is the highest spot in Australia accessible by road; and I was feeling every one of those metres as I huffed and puffed my way up. The gravel of the path crunched under my hiking boots as I walked along. That, combined with the bird song and wind gently rustling the leaves, provided a soundtrack; a rhythm; that kept me moving. I had to hurry, if I wanted to see it; time was running out. 

I rounded the final corner, and saw I was just in time. The sight of the bluish-tinged, bush covered mountains of the Australian Alpine National Park greeted me. It was a 360o panorama of absolute wilderness that made my skin tingle. The cerise rays of the setting sun dipped lower and lower in the sky before slipping away completely. I was all alone, witnessing nature’s spectacular show. It was magical.

I pulled open my back pack, had a drink of water and crunched on an apple. I popped in my earbuds and turned my iPod onto random. I smiled to myself, appreciating the serendipitous moment, as the first few notes of David Usher’s Too Close To The Sun, began to play…

By Sarah ©2017


Prompt: Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, Writing Prompt #217 – Stories By 5
The five
:
Topic – A walk in the forest
Name – Usher
Fruit – apple
Colour – cerise
Sensation – tingle

Scribblings by Sarah

After The Party

It was a late night; a party of epic proportions and I should have had the sense to stop drinking before I couldn’t see straight! Stepping out into the street, a forcefully strong gust of wind blew stray papers my way. I put my hands up to protect my face, and hesitated, making sure the cab out the front was in fact, the one I’d called. 

As I got into the car, my head began to hammer, hinting at the hangover to come. The ride home was thankfully fast at this pre-dawn hour, with little traffic, and little conversation from the driver. My husband had left the light on for me, however, it wasn’t needed, as the rays of a new day peeked over the horizon. I fumbled with my keys and opened the door. It creaked noisily in its frame heralding my arrival to my sleeping spouse. 

I dumped my handbag, stripped off my makeup and clothes and jumped in the shower. The rivers of warm water eased my now pounding head and I made a mental list for the day ahead:

1. Water
2. Aspirin
3. Sleep

Thank goodness for Sundays!

By Sarah ©2017




Prompt: The Sunday Whirl, Wordle 314

Poetry by Sarah, Tanka

Seventy-Five Years


Image credit By Sarah ©2017

Holding his lady.
Married seventy-five years.
On deathbed he lies,
vows honored until the end.
A portrait of love, endures.

By Sarah ©2017


Author’s note:  This piece is dedicated to my nanna, 95 years old, and my grandfather “Bill” who passed away in June 2015. They had a truly remarkable and inspiring love; married more than 75 years! I can’t even imagine the bond they shared. Nanna claims he still visits her every night in her dreams, asking her when she will join him 💜💙💚

Prompt: Ramblings Of A Writer, Weekly Tanka Prompt Challenge, Week 59 – portrait and lady

Stories by Sarah

Remains


Image credit photo by Samuel Zeller via Unsplash

The herpetologist examined the remains of the reticulated python; it was the longest specimen he had ever seen, with the snake measuring in at over 7.5metres.

He noted the various parts of the snake; the skull, the vertebrae, and ribs, and shuddered at the thought of a living version of the monster lying before him.

Even more chilling, were the other skeletal remains found within the snake; that of a small child and adult woman…

By Sarah ©2017



Prompt: Only 100 Words, Three Line Tales – Week 82

Photos by Sarah, Tuesday Photo Challenge

Pink Heath

Epacris impressa (Common Heath) – Victoria’s floral emblem. Shrub grows to 2m, flowers 1 to 2cm, colour ranging from white, pink, red, magenta, but very variable. 


Image credit By Sarah ©2017;   Bullace Glen, Grampians National Park, Victoria


Prompt: Dutch Goes The Photo, Tuesday Photo Challenge, Week 71 – pink


Photos by Sarah, Tuesday Photo Challenge

Pink Lake

About 10kms west of Dimboola, VIC, next to the Western Highway, you can find Pink Lake. This lake is easily viewed from the rest-stop beside the highway and you can walk down the path to the edge of the lake. The pink colour comes from a pigment secreted by algae which is more intense when there is water in the lake. During dry periods the salt lake appears more white due to the light reflected by salt crystals.

As you walk along the path to the lake, you will see yellow gums, buloke trees and paperbarks, giving way to the smaller and very distinctive salt tolerant plants that grow in this unique environment. 

Information source: http://www.dimboola.com.au and 360 cities (click this for a 360o panorama!)


Image credit By Sarah ©2017

Prompt: Dutch Goes The Photo, Tuesday Photo Challenge, Week 71 – pink

Haibun, Poetry by Sarah

The Black


Image credit Laura Makabesku

The darkness had finally shown itself. Though she’d tried to keep it at bay, it had edged its way out. It had been a fluttering of feathers; tickling at her conscience. Then, an unfurling of wings, covering her hope. She tried to hold it close, clutching it to her breast. Tried to absorb it back into her soul, where all things secret lay. But it was too late; she was exposed for all to see and she was terrified. Rolling up her shadow and searching for light, she could find nothing, but the black. 


fallen from the light
the raven calls me again
shadows descending 


By Sarah ©2017


Prompt: Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, Photo Challenge #177; Colleen’s Weekly Poetry Challenge #47 – light and shadow