Haiku / Senryu, Poetry by Sarah

Long Night

lurid thoughts sneak through
disturbing chance of slumber
long night stretches on

By Sarah ©2018

Image credit SpiritBunny via Pixabay

Prompt: Ronovan Writes, Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt, Challenge #191 – Sneak and Night

Free Verse, Poetry by Sarah


When the void is virtue itself,
ineptitude is swept aside
so that they might shimmer.

The performance is tonal –
all of burgundy and beige.
But still, no foot can be placed wrong.

The kingfishers hunt
in the groves of goodness.
Hurrying to destroy the bridge between us.

Sometimes I feel like I’m playing Nintendo
and that this is not the real world…

By Sarah ©2018

Prompt: Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, Bonus Wordle – Sam’s Choice

Stories by Sarah


The children had spent hours hauling snow, slowly molding the snowman into existence. They giggled as they rolled and pressed ice into a deformed trunk, topped by two small spheres. He was balanced but askew.

Raiding the kitchen drawer, makeshift features and a bow-tie were fashioned from aluminium foil. They tugged at my hand, pulling me out into the cold to inspect their handy work.

I drew a sharp breath, as I took in its snarling mouth, vacant eyes, and small, scar-pocked holes where two sticks formed outstretched arms. I swear, I even saw the thing wink at me.

“What do you think mum?” Katie asked, craving my approval.

I checked my face, lest it belied the unkind thoughts in my mind.

“It’s great hun,” I replied, secretly hating it. It was the creepiest snowman I’d ever seen. Like it would tear you apart at first opportunity.

“Come on, let’s get you guys rugged up and ready for bed. It’s late,” I cajoled.

– – – –  – – – –   – – – –

Later that night, whilst stoking the coals in the hearth, I heard it.

Scratching at the door.

Terror gripped me, for I knew who it was.

I grabbed the scalding bar, praying heat would conquer him.

By Sarah ©2018

Prompt: Sunday Photo Fiction – March 4th 2018; and also, The Sunday Whirl, Wordle 341

Other, Poetry by Sarah, Stories by Sarah


Prose ChallengeWrite a three sentence story one for the beginning, one for the middle and one for the end, inspired by this weekend’s word prompt.

The toe of my shoe caught the edge of the uneven pavement.

I braced myself for the inevitable, and found myself sprawled on the ground.

I stood up, brushed myself off and looked around, double-checking that no one had seen me fall.

Poetry ChallengeWrite a triolet inspired by the photo prompt.

That which falls can oft be seen,
embracing earth
in shrouds of green.
That which falls can oft be seen
leaving trace of where it’s been.
Over land and of firth,
that which falls can oft be seen
embracing earth.

By Sarah ©2018

Prompt: Sammi Scribbles, Weekend Writing Prompt, #44 – Fallen


Interview with Mandibelle16

Reblogging this interview, in celebration of reaching 500 followers 😃

By Sarah

Thanks to Mandi for taking the time to interview me about my life, blog and writing! I had a lot of fun participating and you can check it out here, via Interview with Sarah Whiley: Writer, Blogger, Teacher, & Future Author #interview #nonfiction #amwriting #nonfiction

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Other, Poetry by Sarah

Freezed Out

Leaning east, should be west.
Out I’m freezed, melting zest.

By Sarah ©2018

Image credit L0nd0ner via Pixabay

Author’s Note: Inspired by Jane Dougherty who introduced me to the Florette. A Florette is two lines of six syllables each, with an end rhyme and an internal rhyme.

Prompt: Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, Saturday Mix – Opposing Forces, 3 March 2018, Words: East and West, melt and freeze

Challenges by Sarah, Mindlovemisery's Menagerie - Saturday Mix

Saturday Mix – Opposing Forces, 3 March 2018

Opposites attract to make a great challenge for this week…

Mindlovemisery's Menagerie

Welcome to the Saturday Mix, 3 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:

– East and West

– melt and freeze

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

Cold Case

The words blurred into one another, every yellowed page like the one before.    

Hank couldn’t read any more of the officer’s detailed scrawl. It was a 120 page report and his fatigue, both physical and mental, was preventing him from analysing another word.

What was the point of it all? he wondered. It’s not like I’ll ever find anything that hasn’t been poured over 100 times before already!

Working Cold Cases was the worst. Frustrated, Hank closed the file from 1982, and pushed it aside.

Lifting his weary frame from the chair, he grabbed his coffee mug and sloped over to bench where the brew that Matilda had put on for him earlier that day, still sat warming. Bless my wife, he thought.

As he began to pour the acrid smelling brown liquid, he suddenly stopped, slammed his mug down and turned back, looking at the table, in disbelief. Brown spots sloshed across the counter but Hank did not notice. He was already lifting the file and scanning the cover, searching frantically for what he had missed before.

In the bottom right hand corner, neatly printed in the officer’s familiar hand were two codes:


Hank began to smile. He knew what those codes meant. A hair and blood sample taken from the scene was still locked up, safe and sound, preserved in evidence.

Of course, the samples had been no good back in 1982, but this canny young officer, had thought perhaps that one day, they might be of use. And with the DNA technology they had today, they certainly would be. It was just the break they needed to finally prove their prime suspect’s guilt and Hank couldn’t wait to lock the bastard away, once and for all.

He checked the officer’s name again and said out loud, ‘Officer Neil Bromley, I could KISS you!’


By Sarah ©2018

Image credit Pixabay

Prompt: Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, First Line Friday – March 2nd, 2018

Stories by Sarah

Black-Winged Messenger

“They are the black-winged messengers from beyond,” my friend Bridget decreed, mystically.

I rolled my eyes. “You know they’re a real problem on farms?” I countered.

I remembered my farming mate telling me how the ravens particularly liked his grapes and soft fruits; and even how some of the larger ravens attacked the lambs! I’d seen them frequent Australian roadsides, feasting on the carcasses of the dead. Personally, I thought them altogether, quite opportunistic and horrid.

But I kept my mouth shut, as she continued, “When magic is near, the Raven will appear”.

Each to their own, I thought.

By Sarah ©2018

Author’s Note: The Australian Raven’s call can be heard here. A sound, living rurally, we hear often!

Prompt: Carrot Ranch, Flash Fiction Challenge – March 1, 2018. Task: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story that includes a raven. It can be in nature or used to describe humanity as a metaphor. Follow the bird. Go where the prompt leads.


500 Thank Yous

Today I hit the 500 followers milestone. I can’t believe it.

Just over 10 months ago, I started this blog as a creative outlet and for stress relief. I feel so humbled and grateful that 500 of you feel I’ve done a good enough job with my writing, to come along for the ride. I never expected that my blog would actually “grow”!

I have loved “meeting” so many talented friends in this wonderful WordPress community and have felt immense satisfaction blogging with you all (nearly) every day.

Five hundred thanks yous and blessings to you all.


Stories by Sarah

Fishy Business

The wave began to curl; forming the perfect pipe.

I launched myself upon sensuous liquid blue as it wrapped around the fin; guiding me into the shore upon an ebb and throb of water.

I was doing it! I was surfing! I thought, See, humans! We fish can do it too.

By Sarah ©2018

Prompt: Only 100 Words, Three Line Tales – Week 109

Daily Post Weekly Challenge, Photos by Sarah

Waimangu Volcanic Valley

Waimungu Volcanic Valley is ‘the world’s youngest geothermal system’. Waimangu’s steaming landscape and other fascinating geothermal features can be found by taking a self-guided tour along the park’s crater walkways.

Prompt: Daily Post, Weekly Photo Challenge – Out Of This World

Daily Post Weekly Challenge, Photos by Sarah

The Portal

The Portal at Steampunk HQ in Oamaru is a “retro-futuristic mirror and lighting installation that features original glowing light sculptures with a theme of skulls and mythology”. It’s the closest I’ll ever get to feeling out of this world

Prompt: Daily Post Weekly Photo Challenge – Out Of This World

Haibun, Poetry by Sarah


I lifted my legs; one at a time. They fell to the ground like lead. How much longer could I go on? I had been looking for him for days! Lost and alone in the bush, he was my beacon. My tongue felt like sandpaper and my mouth was so dry, my lips stuck together. If I didn’t find him soon; I was a goner. And then I heard it. “Here boy!” he called. I raced to his side, exhausted but relieved, to be reunited at last.

Exhaustion takes hold
but before it can claim you,
I’ll carry you home.


By Sarah ©2018

Image credit Savs via Unsplash

Prompt: Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, Heeding Haiku With Chèvrefeuille, February 28th, 2018 – Reunited; and also, Bikurgurl, 100 Word Wednesday – Week 60

Photos by Sarah, Tuesday Photo Challenge

Into The Frying Pan

Frying Pan Lake is one of the world’s largest hot pools. It is located within the hills of Echo Crater in the Waimangu Volcanic Rift Valley, New Zealand. Its acidic water maintains a temperature of about 50–60 °C (122–140 °F).

Prompt: Dutch Goes The Photo, Tuesday Photo Challenge, Week 98 – Hills

Haiku / Senryu, Poetry by Sarah


Sweet disposition.
So trusting. This tart was fooled,
as he sucked her dry.

By Sarah ©2018

Prompt: Ronovan Writes, Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt, Challenge #190 – Tart and Sweet; and also, Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, Photo Challenge #203

Stories by Sarah


Honey-tinted sunshine filtered through branches. The forest was thick with the crescendo of bird-song. If gravity hadn’t been holding me down, I could’ve floated away to the blue skies above.

It was a perfect day for a walk.

I continued along the boardwalk snaking its way through the dense woodland. It was an advertisement for safe passage, as ferns and scrub scratched at its edges.

My eyes were drawn to leaf litter peppering the path and it was then, that I saw blood. My senses immediately became electrified and the peace around me shattered.

The red droplets smattered here and there, dotting their way along the planks. Every instinct was telling me “Run!” but curiosity urged me on. I justified to myself that if someone was injured, maybe I could help.

I rounded a corner and there, I saw a pool of crimson so thick, it was impossible to believe anything living could’ve gone on.

Teeth bared, the beast was upon me so quickly, I slipped in viscous liquid, becoming one with he who’d fallen before me.

My breath rattled in my chest, as I exhaled my last, and I thought, It had been a perfect day for a walk.

By Sarah ©2018

Prompt: Daily Post Daily Prompt – Branch; and also, The Sunday Whirl – Wordle 340; and also, Sunday Photo Fiction – February 25th, 2018

Scribblings by Sarah


Simply put, at the base of all matters, is the heart.

We can analyse agendas; our differences; but the bones of our own personal narratives can be revealed as a desire for one thing.


Erstwhile the heart beats. Its mission; to sustain life. Yet somehow, it undergoes transmutation to become something else; something more; altogether.

A catalyst for our emotions.

Of connection.

Of hope.

Of longing.

And of belonging.

In this we holdfast, unrelenting in our pursuit love.

And of hate? It is not the antithesis of love, merely the absence of it. We must be tireless in monitoring our metronome of life, as taught to us by the tub-thump of our mother’s heartbeat, our first-known sound.

Mother Nature knows no slumber. The sound of her beating heart is ever present, in all things. Even we, in our bleakest times, listen for it. Until no longer that sound beats within us.

Is death the ultimate culmination of love?

Or is it to be so alive, that we can love what death touches?

By Sarah ©2018

Prompt: Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, Saturday Mix – Same Same But Different, 24 February 2018, Task: Use synonyms for the following words – table (agenda), sleep (slumber), take (narrative), foot (base), black (bleak). Synonyms used in my prose are shown in parentheses; and also, Sammi Scribbles, Weekend Writing Prompt #43 – Heartbeat, Prose Challenge: In less than 175 words, write a story that uses the sound of a beating heart for dramatic effect.