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

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

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; and also, Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, Heeding Haiku With Chèvrefeuille, August 30th 2017 – growth one-bun*

* 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.

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; and also, 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 / Senryu, 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; and also, Ronovan Writes, Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt, Challenge #164 – pleasure and excite

Haiku / Senryu, 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

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


Image credit 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 ❤️

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; and also, Daily Post Daily Prompt: memorise 

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; and also, Daily Post Daily Prompt: black

Scribblings by Sarah

Colleen’s Weekly #Poetry Challenge # 47 – #Haiku #Tanka #Haibun: Shadow & Light

Originally posted on Colleen Chesebro Fairy Whisperer, I am so thrilled to have been chosen as Colleen’s “Poet of the Week” for my Haibun Amaltheia!

Thanks to Colleen for running the Haiku/Tanka/Haibun challenge each week. I just love participating 😃

Word Craft: Prose & Poetry

080717_1817_ColleensWee9.pngHappy POETRY Tuesday everyone! Are you ready to get groovy with your poetry? Then, you’re in the right place! Pull up a chair, and let’s write some poetry.

Prose talks and poetry sings. Picture Quotes.

Image credit: Pinterest – Quirky Quotes for Writers & Poets

For Colleen’s Weekly Poetry Challenge you can write your poem in one of the three forms defined below:

HAIKU in English

TANKA

HAIBUN

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You can do one poem or try to do one of each. It’s up to you – YOUR CHOICE. The instructions follow below:

HOW TO CREATE THE HAIKU in ENGLISH POETRY FORM

Are you new to writing the Haiku in English poetry form? Please read my page,  How to Write a Haiku in English.

HOW TO CREATE THE TANKA POETRY FORM

Tanka poems are based on syllable structure much the same way a Haiku is written in the 5/7/5 format.

The Tanka form is easy to create: 5/7/5/7/7…

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Free Verse, Poetry by Sarah

Statues


It’s a sad fact – there seems no rights left.
Evil lies; march against stability.
Orange flames burn, torching lives.
As the hood is pulled back on ourselves,
We can be statues no more.

By Sarah ©2017

Prompt: Daily Post Daily Prompt – Fact; and also, Sunday Whirl, Wordle 313



Wordle and image credit Brenda Warren

Free Verse, Poetry by Sarah

Keyhole

I fell for his grin;
It was a touch naive.
At the time I believed
it was a fata organa.

I was malleable.
He saw his opportunity.
Imbibing me with lust,
like a local dog.

The trammels of hindsight,
A keyhole.

By Sarah ©2017

* fata organa – noun. a flash of real emotion glimpsed in someone sitting across the room, idly locked in the middle of some group conversation, their eyes glinting with vulnerability or quiet anticipation or cosmic boredom

Prompt: Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, Wordle #169. Words: hindsight, trammel, keyhole, malleable, opportunity, imbibe, fell, grin, local, naive, touch, fate organa

Stories by Sarah

Worlds Apart


The others went to bed while he took the night shift, keeping an eye on things. The silence emphasised that he was all alone.

He checked the computer. Everything seemed in order, so he let his mind wander. Glancing at the clock he noted it was 10:30pm. He wondered what she was doing right now. Was she indulging in her nightly beauty regime, getting ready for bed? Or perhaps she was watching her favourite show on Netflix, snuggled on the couch with their dogs? Probably the latter of the two, he decided. After all, it was the weekend and she didn’t need to get up early.

His heart went cold, as he considered a third option. Maybe she was with someone else? He tried to dismiss the thought. You’re being paranoid, he told himself. He lifted out the photo he kept in his wallet and let his eyes run over her familiar features. He ached to hold her; tell her how much he loved her; how much he missed her. He let his finger draw the curve of her smile, and as he looked out the small panel window of the space station towards the blue-green sphere below, he wished for the thousandth time, that they weren’t worlds apart…

By Sarah ©2017

Prompt: Sunday Photo Fiction, August 20th 2017

Free Verse, Poetry by Sarah

The Girl Who Was Made Of Glass

Recitations of love fell on deaf ears,
She couldn’t risk the words shattering her perfect world.
She had constructed for herself, a fragile universe,
Where everything was made of glass.

She liked the way the light shimmered,
Reflected and bounced off the surface.
Here, she could control the pace; the energy.
Keeping everything safe, including her heart.

Until one day, drawn in by the glittering landscape,
A tiny bird flew into a window, breaking its wing.
She carefully nursed it until finally,
It could repay her kindness with its song.

The girl realised how lonely she had been
and decided to leave her glass kingdom.
As she opened the door to the world beyond
She broke into a million pieces.

Finally free from her glass coffin.

By Sarah ©2017


Prompt: Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, It’s All In The Title – August 20, 2017; Daily Post Daily Prompt, recite 

Elfje, Poetry by Sarah

Daffodils

Inspired by Mick E. Talbot who introduced me to Elfje…

Bulbs
Sprout green
Their fingers reaching
Towards the golden sunlight
Blooming.

By Sarah ©2017


Image credits By Sarah ©2017

 

 

Author’s Note: These bulbs were in the ground when we moved into our house in 2011. Every year, I try to dig them up (I’m not a fan of daffodils) and the following year, they continue to pop up again. It’s become a bit of a household joke about the daffs’ resilience and persistence. At least I got a poem out of them this time…

 

Prompt: Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, Saturday’s Mix, 19 August 2017 – garden

Stories by Sarah

Shafted

After the accident, unease grew like a mold in the corners of his mind.
Or perhaps it was more like moss – the spongy type that covered the sides of the shaft where he lay. He was an idiot.

The number one bushie’s* rule when heading out for a bush walk: let someone know where you are going. And he hadn’t done it! He was an experienced bushwalker and knew better. Damn, he’d hiked some of the toughest treks in Australia on his own – the Stirling Ranges Ridge Walk, Tasmanian Overland Trail, Mt Bogong; just to name a few. Even though he preferred solitary hikes, he was always prepared, always cautious and always checked in with someone once he’d arrived. Except this time. He pictured his pack sitting at the top of the hole, and cursed.

He’d thought today’s hike would be easy and had been looking forward to the chance to explore the old gold mining area. The Lake Sambell-Lake Kerferd Walking Trail followed a path from Lake Sambell, Beechworth to Lake Kerferd (the town’s water supply). He had walked along Spring and Hurdle Creeks, and had been having fun looking into the many disused mine shafts along the trail.

The mine shafts had been covered with wire mesh, and he had been unable to see much into them, past one or two metres. Just as he was longing for more, he’d seen the sign “Uncovered mine shafts – stay on the designated path” and like a fool, he’d been captivated by the thrill of perhaps, getting into one. He hadn’t had to walk too far off the trail either before he discovered a beauty. The mouth of the shaft was wide and rocky and he was positive he would be able to climb down; especially if he secured himself with some rope. Taking off his pack, he had no sooner unzipped the bag to pull out the length he had with him, when the sides of the shaft gave way and he had bounced and tumbled, all the way to the bottom.

He wriggled, trying to make himself comfortable and whimpered as his left leg screamed with pain. He was sure it was broken, especially with the unnatural angle at which it stretched out before him. He looked up, trying to work out how far down he’d fallen. It was far enough that the broad daylight above, seemed no more than a torch beam.

He was lucky to be alive really. Or was he? he thought, bleakly. No one knew he was here. No one would have expected him to disobey the signs and wander off. He knew from the history of the area that there were thousands of disused mines. Even if they did know he’d been walking this trail, they may never find him.

His unease, gave way to panic. With his leg useless, he couldn’t even try and climb out. He had no food, no water, no phone. All that – lay above him; in his pack. If by some chance, other hikers saw his bag, they may not be so foolhardy as to leave the trail and investigate further. They would pass him by.

How long can I survive down here? he wondered, as a wave of hopelessness washed over him.

He screamed desperately for help, but his cries were muted by the earth and damp surrounding him. He may as well have been screaming in a vacuum. His hands clenched at the gritty soil beneath them and he threw a clump at the wall in frustration. As the eerie silence of the shaft, closed in around him, the gravity of his predicament settled upon him. He squeezed his eyes shut, lay back and waited.

Waited for rescue and waited for death.

Whichever came first.

By Sarah ©2017

* bushie – Australian slang. someone who lives in the bush; person who lives in rural Australia;




Image credits By Sarah ©2017

Prompt: Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, First Line Friday – August 18th 2017; Daily Post Daily Prompt – exploreprefer,  solitary disobey