Daily Post Weekly Challenge, Photos by Sarah

All-Time Favourite

Author’s note: I’m so sad to see the Weekly Photo Challenge come to an end. It has been a regular source of inspiration for generating posts, and often led to a different way to see one of my images. It has also helped connect me with so many wonderful bloggers with whom otherwise, I may not have had chance to connect. While, I don’t understand, nor really appreciate, the reasons behind the decision to cease The Daily Post as of May 31, I am compelled to participate one last time…

Daily Post Weekly Photo Challenge – All Time Favourites

Haibun, Poetry by Sarah

No More Sunny Days

Blue skies and marshmallow clouds deceive me into thinking this is just another day. The traitorous sun rose this morning, like it alway does, and warbling birds gather outside my window. All this reminds me I am alone. I reach for the pillow where your head lay, breathing in scents now lost to black. My disconsolate heart, resolves always, to remember you.

Winter’s here to stay.
Fallen leaves all blown away.
No more sunny days.

By Sarah ©2018

Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, Heeding Haiku With Chèvrefeuille, May 30th 2018 – sunny day

Photos by Sarah, Tuesday Photo Challenge

Buller Gorge Swing Bridge

A few photos of the Buller Gorge Swing Bridge, near Murchison, New Zealand. Incidentally it is New Zealand’s longest swingbridge (110m). It was a very scary experience walking across! Luckily it wasn’t a windy day…

Dutch Goes The Photo, Tuesday Photo Challenge, Week 111 – Height

Free Verse, Poetry by Sarah

Tearing

To feel invisible,
Is never to belong.

My soul stripped bare.
And still, I can’t turn that corner.

I’m not even close.
The black surrounds me.

No home for laughter,
Put my spirit in hiding.

Can I skip out?
Ask my doppelgänger to take over?

Like paper thin cardboard,
I slowly tear…

By Sarah ©2018

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Image credit MabelAmber via Pixabay

Prompt: The Sunday Whirl, Wordle 353, Words – invisible, close, skip, belong, corners, strip, hiding, put, laugh, cardboard, black, home; and also, Daily Post Daily Prompt – Doppelgänger

Stories by Sarah

Erosion

Many years ago, a fearsome dragon terrorised the land. The dragon had a hunger that could not be sated. It ate the livestock, the wildlife, and even, on occasion, the children. After a particularly brutal attack, the villagers decided it was time to take action.

The dragon loomed high in the sky and one by one, arrow by flaming arrow, they eventually brought it down.

The dragon plummeted to earth with a mighty thud. Taking its last shuddering breath, it crashed into the land and sea. Waves settled over its powerful body and it came to rest.

And so, the tale became legend, as good tales are wont to do. Scientists call it erosion. But if you look carefully, you can still see the dragon…

By Sarah ©2018

Prompt: Sammi Scribbles, Weekend Writing Prompt, #56 – Erosion

Other, Poetry by Sarah

Stale

Growing narcissism; selfish people.
Society has set the value
for those who rise, on occasion
of others they cause to fall.
Quashing fresh approaches,
crowing their hidden
agendas for
ideals that
have gone
stale.

By Sarah ©2018

Author’s Note: The poetry form, the Etheree, consists of 10 lines of 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10 syllables. Etheree can also be reversed and written 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1. Get creative and write an Etheree with more than one verse, and follow suit with an inverted syllable count.

Prompt: Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, Saturday Mix – Opposing Forces, 26 May 2018, Antonyms – rise and fall, fresh and stale.

Challenges by Sarah, Mindlovemisery's Menagerie - Saturday Mix

Saturday Mix – Opposing Forces, 26 May 2018

Mindlovemisery's Menagerie

Welcome to the Saturday Mix, 26 May 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:

– fresh and stale

– rise and fall

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

Guard Dog

“The thieves took everything except the dog.” Sally noted.

She looked around the room, taking in the upended furniture, open drawers and general disarray. It was a far cry from the usual meticulousness, that was characteristic of her home. They had taken anything of value.

She surveyed the missing items, creating a catalogue in her mind:

– the brand new LCD/LED television and DVD player,
– the BOSE surround sound stereo system,
– the Versace dinnerware set she’d received as a wedding gift,
– her treasured Christofle silverware, and
– various Waterford crystal pieces.

They’d even taken the ornate urn with her mother’s ashes! They must have mistaken it for a vase or jar, she supposed.

A hot ball of anger began to well deep within her. She turned to the mutt who was lying in his usual spot in the armchair.

“This is all your fault!” she screamed. “Where were you when we needed you?”

He stared back at her, his eyes unblinking at the accusation.

Her husband stepped up behind her, and gently laid a hand on her shoulder.

“Oh, Sal,” he comforted, “I know you’re upset, but being angry at Buster won’t help things.”

He spun her around and searched her face, begging her to be reasonable, “After all, it was your idea to get the taxidermy done, instead of getting a new dog.”

“I know, I know,” Sally sobbed. “I just miss him so much. He was the best guard dog ever.”

By Sarah ©2018

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Image credit Jordan Madrid via Unsplash

Prompt: Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, First Line Friday – May 25th, 2018

Photos by Sarah, Thursday Doors

Transmission Station, Mt Taylor REVISITED

I first posted a few weeks ago, about this transmission station atop Mt Taylor in Canberra. I visited again last week (and encountered a rather brazen magpie along the way!) I was surprised to find that a LOT had changed since my last trip to the top. The scruffy-looking, graffiti-ridden squat building is no more as attempts have been made to beautify this structure with some street art.

Unfortunately, someone has since graffitied again over the top of the murals however I thought it would be interesting to post again with the transmission station’s ‘fresh look’…

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Prompt: Norm 2.0, Thursday Doors – May 24, 2018

Stories by Sarah

Half of a Whole

No longer do I feel the warmth of your touch. I am but half of a whole.

My purpose, seems irrelevant. You have moved on without me.

Cold, hard reality presses into my skin. I shiver, as the ghost of you dusts my heart.

Have you even realised I’m gone?

Prompt: Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, Photos Challenge #215

Haiku / Senryu, Poetry by Sarah

Gone

Holding broken dreams,
I weep for you as tears fall
through my bloodstained hands.

It’s hard to let go
of someone you never met,
but love so fiercely.

Too fragile for life –
a tiny heartbeat in time.
And then you were gone…

By Sarah ©2018

Author’s Note: A triple haiku, as this week marks the six year anniversary of my last miscarriage and the end of all hope I ever had of being a mother. A fitting choice of words for me, from Ronovan this week? 😔 Must be a “thing” as last year, this very same week, I wrote Bloodline using Ronovan’s words, “miracle” and “save”. Oh what bitter irony…

Prompt: Ronovan Writes, Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt, Challenge #202 – Fragile and Heartbeat

Scribblings by Sarah

Offscreen

This beast evolves at rapid speed.
Like an amaryllis,
all show and no substance.
My neurochemical sequence
has turned escapist.
Trying to outrun the untoward;
all that negative material
happening

  off
screen

I wish things would mellow.

Actually,
just get me outta here…

By Sarah ©2018

Prompt: Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, Wordle #197. Words – rapid, material, beast, sequence, actual, amaryllis, offscreen, untoward, negative, escapist, neurochemical, mellow

Other, Poetry by Sarah

Twaddle

Trivial
and lacking substance;
many are fools.
Fixated and self-indulgent,
feathering their nest with
frippery and twaddle.
Empty hearts.
Unfulfilled souls.
Disingenuousness rules here,
crushing spirits.
Despaired and broken, we go on.
Truth never spoken.
Smiles conceal hidden agendas
Present, but never here.
We must
Fight venom with

~kind acts~

with venom fight.
Must we?
Here, never but present.
Agendas hidden, conceal smiles.
Spoken never truth.
On go we, broken and despaired.
Spirits crushing,
here rules disingenuousness
Souls unfulfilled.
Hearts empty.
Twaddle and frippery
with nest they’re feathering.
Self-indulgent and fixated.
Fools are many.
Substance lacking and
trivial.

By Sarah ©2018

Prompt: Sammi Scribbles, Weekend Writing Prompt, #55 – Twaddle

Author’s Note: Palindrome Poetry is also known as Mirrored Poetry. A palindrome, by definition, is a word, phrase, verse, sentence, or even poem that reads the same forward or backward. It stems from the Greek word palindromos: palin, meaning again, and dromos, meaning a running. Combining the two together, the Greek meaning gives us, running back again

Stories by Sarah

Property Value

Amy pressed the “Sold” banner across the For Sale sign. She thought about the commission she was making and smiled. She had really upsold this one, completely overstating the value. Suckers, she thought.

She put her hands on her hips, stood back and surveyed the property one more time. As she turned to leave, she noticed smoke billowing from the back of the house. An orange glow flickered.

Shoot! Amy cursed, frantically grabbing for her phone.

Although the fire department responded quickly, by the time they’d arrived, the house had gone up in smoke…and Amy’s commission along with it!

By Sarah ©2018

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Image credit Paulbr75 via Pixabay

Prompt: Carrot Ranch, Flash Fiction Challenge – May 17, 2018. Task: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story about property values. Perhaps its a home, business or pencil museum. What makes them go up or down? Go where the prompt leads.

Challenges by Sarah, Mindlovemisery's Menagerie - Saturday Mix

Saturday Mix – Same Same But Different, 19 May 2018

#SSBD

Mindlovemisery's Menagerie

Welcome to the Saturday Mix, 19 May 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. cushion
  2. time
  3. roof
  4. water
  5. fork

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: http://www.thesaurus.com/

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

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Photos by Sarah, Thursday Doors

Bank St Pizza

I took these photos two weekends ago while catching up with some friends, at a delightful little place called Bank St Pizza, in Avenel. It was, as the name suggests, originally a bank. They have a wonderful kitchen garden, self-made wood fired ovens (check out the oven doors as well!), and of course, delicious food and wine…

Prompt: Norm 2.0, Thursday Doors – May 17, 2018

Free Verse, Poetry by Sarah

Kiluaea

Bright orange ribbons
burst skyward.
A true artist,
Mother Nature splatters
molten paint,
creating fiery landscapes.

Fissures crack
the earth like an egg.
Spewing forth
oozing,
creeping,
curtains of lava.

The mountain no longer
content in its container.
Searching.
Seeking.
New paths to follow.
Kiluaea is raging anew.

Her fountain,
has fingers…
exploring.

By Sarah ©2018

Prompt: Sammi Scribbles, Weekend Writing Prompt, #54 – Fountain. Task – Your poem / prose must contain this week’s word.  The word does not have to count towards the exact word count total – it can be in the title, or the first letters of the lines of a poem can spell it out – you can be as creative as you want as long as it’s there somewhere. The length of your poem / prose must match the number of words stated in this week’s challenge. No more. No less.

Stories by Sarah

Brolga’s Dance

Monogamous. Bonded for life. Couples are known by synchronous, trumpeting calls. The female initiates, standing with wings folded and beak pointed skyward. The male mirrors, but with wings flared. The performance begins.

One bird picks up some grass, tosses it into the air, and catches it in its bill. The bird then jumps into the air with outstretched wings, bows, struts, and bobs its head up and down.

First, the brolgas dance for their mate; then dance in pairs. Finally, they dance together as a whole group.

I observe them through my binoculars, amazed; thinking, “The charisma of cranes”.

By Sarah ©2018

Watch the dance here:

Find out more about brolgas here:

 

Author’s note: The brolga is a common, gregarious wetland bird species of tropical and south-eastern Australia and New Guinea. It is also known as the “Australian Crane”. It is a tall, upright bird with a small head, long beak, slender neck and long legs. The plumage is mainly grey, with black wing tips, and it has an orange-red band of colour on its head. Brolgas are well known for their ritualised, intricate mating dances.

Prompt: Carrot Ranch, Flash Fiction – May 10, 2018. Task – In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story defining “the charisma of cranes.” For centuries, cranes have inspired art and philosophy. You can write a crane story or create something new out of the phrase. Go where the prompt leads.