Haiku / Senryu, Poetry by Sarah

Four Seasons

Noses are sniffling
Hayfever hits as hard as
The magpies swooping

The searing sun burns
With heat like a thick blanket
I welcome the rain

Golden, amber, red
Leaves cascading like feathers
released from the tree

Steamy breath, cold cheeks
Frost crunches under my feet
Warm fire in the hearth

By Sarah ©2018

Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, Heeding Haiku With Chèvrefeuille, September 26th 2018 – Chain of Seasons

Stories by Sarah


I watched the swirling vortex of the rip, as it curled back out to sea. Sucking. Drawing every inch of sand and water it could drag with it. Me included.

I took a deep breath and struggled against it. Lashing out futilely with my arms and legs. Then I heard my nanna’s words echo in my mind. Go with it and swim back in once you’re out.

I quelled the rising panic, and closed my eyes. I lay flat on my back, bobbing like a cork as I floated, and let it carry me out to sea…

By Sarah ©2018

Sammi Scribbles, Weekend Writing Prompt, #73 – Vortex

Other, Poetry by Sarah


I am not here by design,
Nor by what you claim is my crime.
Nine years is too long
To maintain this disdain
It’s time, dear “brother”
To get off this train
For truly mischief is afoot
When you cannot even feign
a sliver of decency, or respect
You’ve chosen that line
Ignored your roots.
I won’t be bound by your chains
Be assured, I will continue to

By Sarah ©2018

Sunday Whirl, Wordle 370

Stories by Sarah

Parade of Nations

Dressed in their finest, sleek grey suits, they glide along effortlessly. A graceful, yet determined southbound march. Playing follow the leader, they duck and weave around each other. Occasionally pausing to wave to those watching.

The parade is a long one, traipsing half the length of the globe.

Suddenly, with a mighty push, a mother leaps majestically from her position in the parade, and lands with a triumphant splash. Her newborn baby calf copies her in tandem, delighting those viewing from the shore. It’s learning. Every September, the kings of the sea, make their parade of nations to feast.

By Sarah ©2018

Author’s Note: Each September we holiday at Scott’s Head in NSW and enjoy the Humpback whales’ annual migration south for the summer. These were snapped and filmed just yesterday…

Carrot Ranch, September 20: Flash Fiction Challenge, Task – In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story about a parade of nations. It can be literal, or it can be a phrase that you use to describe a situation. Explore what it could be. Go where the prompt leads.

Stories by Sarah


I’d been away for work at a beautiful spot, facilitating a retreat for carers. The aim – respite and pampering, for three days.

I’d worked hard to ensure they’d had everything they needed, and could truly unwind from the demands of looking after the person they cared for.

I opened up a package that had arrived for me in the mail that day.

I held a flat rock with a detailed image of the mountain landscape where we’d been.

“Thank you” the card read, “I’ve found the inspiration to paint again”.

What an epic workplace, I thought, choking back tears.

By Sarah ©2018

Carrot Ranch, September 6: Flash Fiction Challenge, Task – In 99 words (no more, no less) write about an epic workplace. It can be real or imagined. Go where the prompt leads.

Scribblings by Sarah

Call Me Outlaw

Call me outlaw.
I don’t follow the rules.
I don’t like them,
nor do I agree with them.

Call me outlaw.
Tell me your opinion,
And I’ll tell you mine.
I guarantee you won’t like it.

But that’s too bad.
The truth hurts sometimes,
You know?

Call me outlaw.
I don’t accept the behaviour
You walk past and condone.
I can’t. I won’t.

When all is said and done,
When truth, justice and integrity
Mean nothing.
I call you outlaw.

By Sarah ©2018

Sammi Scribbles, Weekend Writing Prompt, #70 – Outlaw

Stories by Sarah

It’s A Boy!

I twisted.

I urged.

Yet still, the cap wouldn’t budge.

I felt so frustrated. This liquid was yearning for release for human consumption and to be enjoyed.

It was a perfect summer’s day for a beer.

Not ready to concede defeat, I kept on trying. The effort began to hurt my hands.

Damn this thing, I thought.

Then suddenly, I felt it. A helpful force; working with me from the other side. Oh joy of joys, the cap began to move!

Finally it was released, and cool liquid amber gushed through the bottle neck.

“It’s a boy!” I smiled.

By Sarah ©2018

Carrot Ranch, August 30: Flash Fiction Challenge. Task: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story about a bottleneck. You can be literal or use the term to describe congestion. Go where the prompt leads.

Free Verse, Poetry by Sarah

Summer Died That Night

Summer died that night.
She gasped her last,
as the sun dipped below the horizon
and slipped beneath the blackened soil.
Her eyelids fluttered closed as
crickets began their enchanting song.
She knew no one would remember her,
They were already turned; looking forward –
Bracing themselves for what was to come.
As the first leaf let go and plummeted to the ground,
Autumn announced her arrival, and
Summer died that night.

By Sarah ©2018

Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, First Line Friday: August 31st, 2018