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Saturday Mix – Opposing Forces, 31 March 2018

Antithesis at play

Mindlovemisery's Menagerie

Welcome to the Saturday Mix, 31 March 2018!

This week we are dipping our toes into the pool of OPPOSITES. Our challenge is all about “opposing forces” and the use of antithesis in our writing. You will need to use the two opposing words in your response – which can be poetry or prose.

Our words this week are:

– guest and host

– liquid and solid

You may be asking yourself, How can I use antithetical statements in my writing?

Luckily, Kat from Literary Devices has some examples for you.

Common Antithesis Examples
Some famous antithetical statements have become part of our everyday speech and are frequently used in arguments and discussions. Below is the list of some antithetical statements:

You are easy on the eyes, but hard on the heart.
Give every man thy ear, but few thy voice.
Love is an ideal thing, marriage a real thing.

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Stories by Sarah


I lifted the lid of the piano, running my fingers over the keys, tinkling a jumble of notes. It had been ages since I’d practiced and I was filled with trepidation as I sat down to play.

I leafed through sheet music, and found Beethoven’s ‘Moonlight Sonata’. Resting my gaze upon the familiar notes, I poised my hands and began, cringing as I stumbled over the notes. My fingers clumsy; getting it all wrong.

I stopped, took a deep breath and tried again.

Giving over to muscle memory, I smiled as my fingers started to fly over the keys.

By Sarah ©2018

Prompt: Carrot Ranch, Flash Fiction Challenge – March 29, 2018. Task: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story about fingers that fly. Think about the different ways we use our fingers and what happens when we add speed. Go where the prompt leads.

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Introducing The Clam

I thought I would write a pre-trip post and introduce you to my sister Claudia – my travelling companion on our upcoming holiday to New Zealand. Claudia is the youngest of my three sisters (we have six kids altogether in our family – 2 boys and 4 girls).

Despite a ten year age gap, we have always been close. We shared a room growing up – even though I was a teenager and she was a toddler and we enjoy spending time with one another.

The thing I love best about my sister is her laid back and relaxed attitude. I have a tendency to be a little “highly strung” at times and suffer periodically from anxiety and depression. Her no-nonsense, ‘whatever’ approach always puts thing into perspective for me, and reminds me not to take things too seriously.

Now, you may be wondering, If her name is Claudia why is this post entitled Introducing The Clam?

Well, I promise. There is a reason.

Two years ago today, my husband and I were visiting my mum and dad in Canberra. My sister lives with them as she helps care for my mum after her stroke in 2015. We all decided to go ten pin bowling and the bowling alley was very ‘old-school’. We had to write our names on a slip of paper and hand it to the young man attending the shoe counter. He then entered the details into the computer for our lane, on our behalf.

Claudia and I were challenging each other and as we commenced the bowling, we soon realised the hilarity that confronted us on the screen. Instead of entering ‘Claud’ the young man had inadvertently entered the name ‘Clam’. (I have always told her her handwriting was messy!)

You can imagine every spare, every strike and every miss, our guffawing laughter as we received encouraging messages for the ‘clam’.

The nickname has certainly stuck and two years on, ‘The Clam’ is still going strong. Although her game has not improved much…

I am certainly looking forward to some good times and laughter with my sis.

Photos by Sarah, Thursday Doors

Holy Trinity Cathedral

It is fitting that with Easter this weekend, my Thursday Doors for today come from the Holy Trinity Cathedral in Wangaratta. I have included photos of both the exterior and interior, which you can see is set up from Palm Sunday. The beautiful stone of this cathedral comes from a local quarry that is now disused, but is incorporated into one of my favourite local bush walks, The Sunrise Track.

Enjoy and Happy Easter!

Prompt: Norm 2.0, Thursday Doors – March 29, 2018

A-Z Challenge

Blogging From A-Z Challenge, April 2018

This year I am attempting the Blogging From A-Z Challenge, April 2018. Last year my blog was just a fledgling, but I saw this around on other people’s sites and thought it was an interesting challenge I would like to try.

So, now a year on, By Sarah is up for it! Looking forward to 1st April for “A” good start!

Kiwi Capers

Kiwi Capers

This Easter school break, I am heading back to the South Island of New Zealand for a holiday. Only seven more sleeps and I will be setting off on a seven day adventure to the Marlborough region with my youngest sister.

During this time, I anticipate I will have limited wifi availability, as well as time to participate in my regular challenges, therefore will not be posting as often.

So, I am setting myself a mini writing challenge for each day while I am away: “To write 50 words about the day’s activities and upload my favourite photo, capturing this”.

Some of you will remember me completing this challenge for my Hawaii vacation earlier in the year, and it was a great way to record my holiday and share snippets of it with you…so stay tuned for some Kiwi Capers soon.

Photos by Sarah, Tuesday Photo Challenge


This merry-go-round is one of my earliest childhood memories. Growing up in Canberra, this was the highlight of my shopping trips with Mum. If I was good, at the end, I would get a ride.

Originally, the merry-go-round started operating in 1914 at the St Kilda Esplanade in Melbourne.  It was designed and built by Herbert Thomson of Armadale, Victoria, for German showman Anton Weniger.

The merry-go-round and organ were later purchased for the people of Canberra. After extensive restoration work, the merry-go-round began operating in a colourfully painted pavilion in Petrie Plaza in the centre of Civic during Canberra Day celebrations on 13 March 1974. The horses are four abreast in 14 rows. There are also two hand carved wooden elephant carriages.  One elephant is white the other is grey. My favourite horse was always Pharlap and I never rode the elephants (they didn’t move up and down and were for babies!)

On a recent visit home to Canberra, my sister and I decided to take a ride…for old time’s sake!

Prompt: Dutch Goes The Photo, Tuesday Photo Challenge, Week 102 – Memories

Haiku / Senryu, Poetry by Sarah

Worshipping Hearts


In worshipping hearts,
goddess of love manifests
in strangest of ways.


By Sarah ©2018

Image credit Alpha Coders

Prompt: Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, Photo Challenge #207; and also, Ronovan Writes, Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt, Challenge #194 – worship and goddess

Scribblings by Sarah


Oh what misery
The inchoate* cause.
Orbiting with malice,
thinking they have
the imperative.

Wearing a mask,
she truly is my torture.
Finding a lens to skew
things her way, gliding off
to join the hardhearted.

Go to hell,
you helminth^.

By Sarah ©2018

Prompt: Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, Wordle #189; Words: malice, gangly, find, misery, hardhearted, lens, imperative, orbit, inchoate*, helminth^, mask, glide

* (adj.) not yet fully developed, rudimentary, lacking order
^ (n.) a parasitic worm

Free Verse, Poetry by Sarah


They saturate the corners;
those whose souls hurt just
like the rest of us.
Their life’s dished
out sharp lessons,
and opportunities have slipped
through fingers like silk.
They are judged by others as
deserving of their fate but
the truth lies hidden
in the shadows.
Broken rain veils the music
of their hearts breaking,
these faceless people
of the streets.

By Sarah ©2018

Prompt: Daily Post Daily Prompt – faceless; Sunday Photo Fiction – March 25th, 2018; and also, The Sunday Whirl, Wordle 344

Fibonacci, Poetry by Sarah


of colours
still can not conceal
the shadows that lie beneath them.

By Sarah ©2018

Prompt: Sammi Scribbles, Weekend Writing Prompt, #47 – Vibrant. Poetry Challenge – Write a non-rhyming poem in no more than 10 lines, that is inspired by the word and photo prompt.

Stories by Sarah


It had been the perfect honeymoon. We enjoyed endless days swimming, relaxing and drinking cocktails. Barry announced that for our last morning, my dream of diving the reef, would finally be actualised. We were going scuba diving!


I plunged into the water, closely following the directions from our devastatingly gorgeous instructor.

I became lost in the magic of the world underwater when I suddenly found myself alone and my tank empty. Barry and the instructor had disappeared!

As I succumbed to the lack of oxygen, my puce coloured face realised the fiction on which our marriage was truly conceived.

By Sarah ©2018

Prompt: Daily Post Daily Prompt – disappear;  Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, Saturday Mix – Same Same But Different, 24 March 2018, Synonyms – lie (fiction), dive (plunged), realise (conceive), pass (succumb), red (puce); and also, Carrot Ranch, Flash Fiction Challenge – March 22, 2018. Task: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story using the theme “follow your dreams.” Bonus points for throwing a badge into the tale. Go where the prompt leads.

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Saturday Mix – Same Same But Different, 24 March 2018

Same same but different challenge

Mindlovemisery's Menagerie

Welcome to the Saturday Mix, 24 March 2018!

This week we are diving into the depths of our thesaurus and exploring the world of synonyms.

Same Same But Different
Your ‘Same Same But Different’ task is to take the five challenge words and NOT use them in your writing. That’s right, you need to dig out your thesaurus and find a synonym for each word instead.

Your words this week are:

  1. lie
  2. dive
  3. realise
  4. pass
  5. red

Your writing form is either poetry or prose.

Synonym Searching
Synonyms are words that are similar, or have a related meaning, to another word. They can be lifesavers when you want to avoid repeating the same word or if your word might not be the most appropriate. You can search for synonyms online at:

You may be asking yourself, What are some examples of synonyms?
Luckily, the nice folks at YourDictionary have some…

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Daily Post Weekly Challenge, Photos by Sarah, Tuesday Photo Challenge

Nambucca Heads

Nambucca Heads, on the mid-north coast of NSW, is a very special place. We have spent much time here over the last few years, visiting my ageing grandparents in a nursing home. It is with great sadness that our last visit, just last week, was to say farewell for good. This beautiful beach has helped soothe our souls and offer comfort during our grief…

Prompt: Dutch Goes The Photo, Tuesday Photo Challenge, Week 101 – Place; and also, Daily Post Weekly Photo Challenge – Favourite Place

Haiku / Senryu, Poetry by Sarah


They thought him crazy.
He thought he’d an equal chance

of soaring great heights.

By Sarah ©2018

Image credit Vincent Bourilhon

Prompt: Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, Photo Challenge #206; and also, Ronovan Writes, Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt, Challenge #193 – chance and equal


Mystery Blogger Award

What is the Mystery Blogger Award?

“Mystery Blogger Award” is an award for amazing bloggers with ingenious posts. Their blog not only captivates; it inspires and motivates. They are one of the best out there, and they deserve every recognition they get. This award is also for bloggers who find fun and inspiration in blogging; and they do it with so much love and passion.

– Okoto Enigma

You can find more information and all the official rules of the Mystery Blogger Award on Okoto Enigma Website.

A huge THANK YOU to Fantac Cisse at JGC.COM (aka “Journalist-Geo-Cultures”) for nominating me for the Mystery Blogger Award. I am extremely excited and humbled to receive this award and am just tickled pink that she thinks so much of my blog – especially since I do believe I write with love and passion.

Please check out Fantac Cisse’s blog at:

You won’t regret it. She writes on a range of interesting and eclectic topics. I really enjoy her writing and know you will too.

5 Questions for me, from Fantac Cisse

1. What is the best love quote you ever read?
This one sums up how I felt when I met my husband

2. What’s your favorite color?
Red of course (it goes faster)

3. Is there a book or a song that truly changed your life?
A book that changed my life was “It’s Called a Break Up Because It’s Broken“. I am never usually into self-help books, however after a divorce and series of very bad boyfriends, this book completely revolutionised the way I viewed relationships and my own self-worth (and helped lead me to my husband 💖). Gee, picking a song is a tough one though – there have been so many that influenced me in my formative years. I can narrow it down to two (see the YouTube links below).

4. What is your favorite food?
Pizza and pasta…closely followed by Pavlova

5. Where would you like to travel this year?
I have a holiday to New Zealand coming up in just 2 weeks. I am travelling with my youngest sister and we are starting in Wellington on the North Island and getting the ferry across to tour the Marlborough region of the South Island. I am very excited about this trip.

In September I am going on a two week holiday with my husband to a beautiful beachside village on the mid-north coast of NSW, called Scotts Head. We have a beach front cabin booked and are looking forward to some rest and relaxation.

Three things about me:

  • I am a 40 something year old primary school teacher
  • I live in north-east Victoria in Australia
  • I once won a “truck pulling” competition at the Castlemaine Show

My favourite / best posts:

By likes and views, my all-time best performing post is Tasi. Luckily, it’s also one of my favourites!

Other favourite posts are:

My nominations:

There is never any obligation with my nominations. If you can’t participate for any reason, please accept this as a gesture of my appreciation.

I don’t nominate specific blogs, as many are award free or have limited time to participate. If you have read this post and want to spread the love, consider yourself nominated.

I’d love to hear your responses to my questions below:

  1. What is your favourite animal and why?
  2. What do you love to do (besides blogging)?
  3. What is a special talent that is unique to you?
  4. What is your favourite motivational quote?
  5. Share a photo of where you live that gives us an insight to your daily life. Be creative.

Please share a link to your “MYSTERY BLOGGER AWARD” post in the reply section below so that other people can visit your site and check out your answers.

Also, please visit Fantac Cisse’s blog “Journalist Geo Cultures“. You won’t be disappointed!


1 Put the award logo/image on your blog.
2 List the rules.
3 Thank whoever nominated you and provide a link to their blog.
4 Mention the creator of the award and provide a link as well.
5 Tell your readers 3 things about yourself.
6 You have to nominate 10 – 20 people.
7 Notify your nominees by commenting on their blog.
8 Ask your nominees any 5 questions of your choice; with one weird or funny question (specify).
9 Share a link to your best post(s).

Stories by Sarah

Small Kindness

There had been a blight upon the crops for months now, and his people were slowly dying from starvation. The pharaoh called a closed meeting with his advisors who recommended he enact the ritual of small kindness. The pharaoh cringed and initially refused such an atrocity. But his chief advisor cajoled him, explaining the practice was the only means by which they could survive the famine.

The children were heaped together and did not question, why they were suddenly being fed such a feast, in a time of scarcity. They wolfed it down hungrily, until their eyes turned wild with panic. They started to fall one by one, foaming at the mouth and twitching, as the poison spread through their veins.

Eventually, when they were all dead, the chief advisor reassured the pharaoh. “It was a small kindness that they should not suffer any more. By their sacrifice, now we have enough food to survive until spring.” He put his hand on the pharaoh’s shoulder adding, “and we can always make more children.”

A mother sobbed over a tiny sarcophagus containing her son.

The pharaoh looked away.

By Sarah ©2018

Prompt: The Sunday Whirl, Wordle #343; and also, Sunday Photo Fiction – March 18th, 2018

Haibun, Poetry by Sarah, Stories by Sarah

Patience Rewarded

Author’s note: I have combined the two challenges this week to create a Haibun. The prose tells the fable, the Haiku delivers the message.

Three snails looked across the green grass, hoping to get to the other side. The first snail was impetuous, setting off across the lawn without consideration for his vulnerability or awareness of the potential dangers. From out of the sky swooped a magpie, snapping him up and crunching his shell, the bird enjoying this squishy, unexpected treat on her journey back to her nest. Shaken, the next snail, cautiously looked around him. Checking over and under leaves, analysing every inch of ground for danger. His foot taking such hesitant steps, that he never realised that the sun was drying him up; desiccating him from the outside in. He was stopped midway, and never moved again. But the third snail, waited. He knew that by staying where he was until night fall, the cover of darkness would shield him from the predatory eyes from above. He also knew that the heat from the sun would soon disappear, enabling him to maintain his mucus trail and keep on moving. And so, as the moon appeared, he commenced his journey. Safely, he made it to the other side of the garden and to the sanctuary of his new home among the lettuce leaves.

Wise words: “haste makes waste”.
Think through your situation.
Patience rewarded.

By Sarah ©2018

Prompt: Daily Post Daily Prompt – patience; and also, Sammi Scribbles, Weekend Writing Prompt #46 – Patience. Prose Challenge – Write a fable on the theme of patience. Poetry Challenge – Write a haiku inspired by the word prompt.

Stories by Sarah

Carrot Cake?

Jake’s eyes sparkled as he slid the plate towards me.

The sliver of cake was moist; loaded with carrots. Ground walnuts, covered the rich cream cheese icing. I picked up my fork, mouth watering in anticipation.

“Where’s yours? I don’t want to consume all these calories on my own!” I teased.

“This one’s especially for you,” he replied.

Shrugging, I dug the fork into the cake, feeling metal hit metal.

Breaking it apart, I gasped. In the middle lay a cushion-cut, diamond ring.

“It’s a carat cake,” Jake joked, locking his eyes on mine. “Will you marry me Isabel?”

By Sarah ©2018

Prompt: Carrot Ranch, Flash Fiction Challenge – March 16, 2018. Task: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story about carrot cake. It can be classic or unusual. Why is there cake? How does it feature in the story. Go where the prompt leads.

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Saturday Mix – Double Take, 17 March 2018

A tricky “Double Take” this week…

Mindlovemisery's Menagerie

Welcome to the Saturday Mix, 17 March 2018!

This week we are seeing double with ‘Double Take’.

The ‘Double Take’ challenge focuses on the use of homophones* to build your writing piece. You have two sets of homophones and you are challenged to use all of them in your response – which can be poetry or prose.

Our homophone sets this week are:

auricle – external part of the ear
oracle – seer


hoard – a great stash
horde – a great many people
whored – prostituted

You may be thinking to yourself, How can I use homophones in my writing?
Luckily, Kat at Literary Devices, has some examples for you.

Example of Homophones in Literature
This poem is filled homophones (marked in bold). They create a humorous effect in the poem through having the same pronunciation but altogether different meanings.

Sole owner am I…

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Scribblings by Sarah

Speedie Edie

I was given the enormous honour of delivering my Nanna’s eulogy yesterday, speaking on behalf of her 14 grandchildren. I have been so fortunate to have such a wonderful lady in my life for so long and thought I would share this little snapshot of her life with you all…

Edith was known by many names. Mum, wife, nanna, nan, sis, Edie, and Speedie Edie. For us; we knew her as “Nanna” and we dedicate this eulogy to her.

Gloria recalls Nanna being a terrific mother, even though she was very strict. Gloria had a wonderful relationship with Nanna, and developed a closeness that blossomed into real friendship as they both grew older. They spent many, many hours on the phone talking and were always there for each other.

When Gloria was 16, she moved to Canberra. It was not long after this that Nanna and Bill moved to Ingleburn in Sydney. They were always close by and Gloria remembers the support nanna gave after the birth of every child, and how she would always come down to assist, in any way she could.

Contrary to popular belief, the nickname “Speedie Edie” did not come about due to her lead foot while driving, or from any speeding fines. In fact, nanna was an incredibly safe driver, even though, often, she could only just see over the steering wheel of Bill’s big cars.

One day, Edie was driving Gloria and Willy around in the Valiant. Willy was wearing his favourite towelling fisherman’s hat, when it was suddenly whisked from his head. As it flew out the open window, he commented that Edie was driving so fast, the hat was sucked right outside the vehicle. And so, Speedie Edie was born.

Nanna and Bill were very well travelled. They went on adventures to New Zealand, America (including Hawaii), Papua New Guinea, Canada and all around Australia. They participated in many bus tours and loved the ones where they were able to camp and be outdoors. We grandchildren feel we have also inherited this spirit of adeventure and would send Nanna postcards from our travels around the world. Nanna loved receiving them and would read them over and over again. It especially meant more to her, when the postcard was sent from somewhere she had travelled herself.

After Nanna and Bill retired, they returned to Macksville to live. They joined the local dance club and enjoyed many years of social activities and ballroom dancing. Nanna and Bill looked very glamorous floating around the dance floor together.

Nanna also joined a ceramics class, which she enjoyed immensely. As did we, receiving many jewellery boxes, money boxes, vases and bowls. We still have and treasure those ceramics made for us, with the initials “E.P” etched into the bottom of them.

Scotts Head has always been our family’s holiday destination, and we loved spending time with Nanna and Bill. We grandkids always loved a special treat staying with them, first, in their caravan at Uncle Ivan’s place, and later, at 6 Willis St. Down at the beach, nanna was like a bobbing cork, floating around the ocean with a huge smile on her face.

Nanna would always take in a different combination of kids, to give Mum, or Bruce’s wife Tanya, respite. It was never any trouble, no matter how long we stayed. Nanna was a great role model – instilling in everyone – her children, grandchildren and great grandchildren – strong values and good character. She was firm but fair, and always metred her expectations with plenty of love. Belinda recalls how much she influenced her in the her formative years and has especially fond memories of collecting wild passion fruit along Warrell Creek.

In the days before by-passes, we had to go through each little town, on the long car ride home. Nanna would entertain us but making jokes out of the names. “Do you want to LOOK at Cooloongolook?” and “By Croki, we’re in Croki!” She always made sure we watched out for the ghost at Deadmans Gully and was relentless in ensuring we never ate McDonalds – always packing a lunch and baked goodies instead of stopping for take away. In hindsight, this was so much better anyway! Her sandwiches were always so fresh and tasty with tender chicken or corned beef and homemade relishes.

Nanna was the knitting and crochet queen. She seemed at her happiest sitting in her recliner, busily mending clothing, or making blankets, slippers, scarves, doilies or whatever project her grandchildren and great grandchildren were in need of. She would do all this while chatting away, or watching us, as we watched television. Nanna never indulged much in TV, and preferred to spend time watching those around her.

A strong memory for all us grandkids, including Belinda and Rebecca, were the culinary delights that awaited us at Nanna’s. Her famous chocolate cake, pumpkin scones, biscuits, quiche and gramma pie, were always a hit. No matter how much we’ve tried to replicate them, they never taste the same. I didn’t relish the choko though. I used to joke with nanna, that the vegetable really suited its name. Nevertheless, I would always eat it up because I was a little scared about the consequences if I didn’t …and also, knew there would be no dessert!

Somehow the six seater table would manage to accommodate a dinner for eight, ten, or more, and we would always eat using her “best dinner set”. No matter the combination, or how many people, nanna preferred to sit at her vintage telephone table, where she could watch everyone enjoying her meal. Washing the dishes was our way of saying “thank you”. Nanna would always protest but we could tell she was secretly pleased, and relieved, when we did them… As was Bill!

Growing up in the depression, Nanna knew how to make things stretch. Always using food until it was no more, saving buttons, thread, plastic bags, and containers. She was savvy and smart; getting the most out of everything. It was incredible to see a chicken chassis feed 8 or 28. It didn’t matter, she made it work.

Another strong memory, for all the grandkids, is sitting around the dining table playing patience or tile rummy. Bill would cheekily wait for Nanna to become distracted by the conversation and slyly wink, as he’d sneak out a tile or two, or pull out an extra card. Nanna never seemed to notice.

I distinctly remember a conversation with Nanna while sitting around the dining room table, having a cup of tea and pumpkin scone. I was talking with her about life and love, lamenting my singledom and telling her how I hoped one day, I would have a long and happy marriage like hers. Nanna replied with the following,

“I’ve been lucky really. Bill and I have had a great life together. He was a good father, good provider and a good husband, but more than anything, he is my best friend and we have grown into our old age with our companionship holding us together. Isn’t that right Bill?” Echoing from the lounge room came a reply of “Eh!?” from Bill, who was watching the cricket, and clearly hadn’t been listening to a word! Nanna and I laughed. She patted my hand, telling me I would be alright and to just “have another scone.”

Nanna was wrong about one thing though. She wasn’t the only lucky one. We are lucky too, to have had such a wonderful lady in our lives for so long. It offers us great comfort to know Nanna and Bill are together again; eternal companions.

We will now finish with a quote from an unknown author:

We watched you grow old and get tired
And with tearful eyes we watched you pass away
Although we all love you dearly
It’s selfish to ask you to stay
A golden heart stopped beating
Hardworking hands at rest
God broke our hearts to prove to us
He has only taken the best.

Thank you for joining us today, in saying farewell to our beloved Nanna.

Photos by Sarah, Poetry by Sarah, Tanka, Tuesday Photo Challenge


Three years you went on,
embracing old age with grace
all while missing him.
The balance has been restored –
time to be together now.

By Sarah

Prompt: Ramblings Of A Writer, Weekly Tanka Prompt Poetry Challenge, Week 88 – balance and grace; and also, Dutch Goes The Photo, Tuesday Photo Challenge, Week 100 – Time

Free Verse, Poetry by Sarah

The Big Picture

Filled with guilt, I left him.
Making footprints in the sand alone.
No more could I tolerate the silence.
Nor our house, no more a home.

I imagine how life would be,
if with him I did stay.
Would things have remained stormy?
Or would we have found our way?

“Using our very best manners
In each day we’d star,
Exchanging kind words and gifts
With no harsh words to mar.”

But writing a different draft,
doesn’t change the final outcome.
I’d still charge myself with fraud
For staying ’til I was numb.

That marriage was such small fry,
In the big scheme of things today.
Even if I was re-wired,
I wouldn’t have done it any other way…

By Sarah ©2018

Prompt: Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, Sunday Writing Prompt – “The Butterfly Effect“; and also, The Sunday Whirl, Wordle #342

Cinquain, Poetry by Sarah, Stories by Sarah


Prose ChallengeWrite a story in no more than 100 words that includes the following words: spring, blossom, bud, nature, bloom

She smiled and felt relieved, as she closed the door behind her, suitcase in hand. He had stamped on her budding dreams for the last time. His controlling nature meant he was never going to allow her to blossom into the person she knew she deserved to be.

She recalled the first two lines of William Shakespeare’s Richard III, a favourite of hers from literature class, back in college: “Now is the winter of our discontent / Made glorious summer by this sun.”

Yes, she thought. But first there has to be a Spring.

And it was her time to bloom…

By Sarah ©2018

Poetry ChallengeWrite a poem in no more than 10 lines that includes the same words in the list above.

dainty blossoms
budding, sprouting, blooming
nature’s vivid colour palette

By Sarah ©2018

Prompt: Sammi Scribbles, Weekend Writing Prompt #45 – Spring