Tag: Colleen’s Weekly Poetry Challenge

Other, Poetry by Sarah

Blind Eye

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detached
lonely, spaces
drifting, slurring, blaming
quietly turning a blind eye
divorce


By Sarah ©2017

Author’s note: This is my first attempt at a Cinquain poem.


Prompt: Colleen’s Weekly Poetry Challenge, #55 – quiet and space; and also Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, Photo Challenge #185

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Haibun, Poetry by Sarah

The Larrikin

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Image credit By Sarah ©2017

Unexpectedly you fly in. A true Aussie larrikin*, bursting into the party. Your costume for the festivities is brown and white, peppered with accessories of brilliant blue. You want to be seen, but not necessarily stand out. Your watchful gaze misses nothing; hawk-like eyes alert and piercing, scanning the room. You may be waiting for a friend. Or maybe, you are the friend they are waiting for. Suddenly you throw back your head and a peel of laughter erupts. A chuckling, joyful sound that makes us stop in our tracks, turn and see what is so funny. But before you can answer, you leave as suddenly as you arrived, already looking for the next party to crash.

majestic bird perched
on branch, you witness the world
gifting us your song

By Sarah ©2017


* larrikin (Australian/NZ slang) – a person with apparent disregard for convention; a maverick.

Author’s note: The Laughing Kookaburra is instantly recognisable in both plumage and voice. It is generally off-white below, faintly barred with dark brown, and brown on the back and wings. The tail is more rufous, broadly barred with black. There is a conspicuous dark brown eye-stripe through the face. It is one of the larger members of the kingfisher family and is native to Australia. They are used to interacting with humans and some can be quite tame.

Source: Birds in backyards

Prompt: Colleen’s Weekly Poetry Challenge, #51 – gift and song

Haiku, Poetry by Sarah

Tough Times

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Real tough times of late!
Dreams to soar on holidays,
how long must I wait?

By Sarah ©2017

Prompt: Ronovan Writes, Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt, Challenge # 165 – late and holiday; Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, Photo Challenge #179; Colleen’s Weekly Poetry Challenge, #49 – soar and wait

 

Haiku, Poetry by Sarah

Golden Treasure

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Excitedly turned,
the stone reveals its pleasure
– a golden treasure!


By Sarah ©2017

Prompt: Colleen’s Weekly Poetry Challenge, #48 – stone and turn; Ronovan Writes, Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt, Challenge #164 – pleasure and excite

Haibun, Poetry by Sarah

Amaltheia

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The warm honey glow of the late afternoon sun, was a contrast to the prickling cool of the mountain air on her skin. She climbed to her vantage point, high above the valleys. The ‘T-tree’ had been formed one night when Zeus’ lightning bolt had cleaved it in two – destroying the wine-red leaves of Autumn. The remaining limbs had sagged and sighed their defeat, for it was Winter now and the cornucopia were full for the cold months ahead. It was from here she loved to watch over the world below. The mountain goats were drawn here also and she liked to imagine it was because they were summoned by her power; taking their place beside her in the stars.

nourishing earth’s child
Amaltheia; Capricorn;
goat goddess endures.


By Sarah ©2017

Author’s note: In Greek mythology, Amaltheia is the she-goat Goddess who nourished Zeus as an infant. In later years, Zeus broke off one of Her horns, which then became the cornucopia, providing sustenance for all earth’s creatures. Amaltheia’s themes are success, humor, reason, devotion and providence. Her symbols are goat, cornucopia and stars.  For Her diligence and service, Amaltheia was transformed into the constellation Capricorn, where She remains.

Source: Journeying to the Goddess


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Prompt: Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, Photo Challenge #176; Daily Post Daily Prompt, prickle; Colleen’s Weekly Poetry Challenge, #46 – honey and wine


 

Poetry by Sarah, Tanka

Beyond The Undergrowth

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Image credit By Sarah

Sometimes the right path
hides in the dense undergrowth;
asking to be sought
and dragged into clarity.
But when it finds you? Magic!

By Sarah ©2017

Prompt: Colleen’s Weekly Poetry Challenge, #44 – hunt and find (I have used synonym ‘sought’ in place of hunt)

Poetry by Sarah, Tanka

Unravelling

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He punishes her.
A blush heats her face. Confused,
she bows her head low…

knows she’s still bound to him but
aware it’s unravelling.

By Sarah ©2017

Prompt: Colleen’s Weekly Poetry Challenge, heat & confuse and, Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, Photo Challenge #175

Poetry by Sarah, Tanka

Though I Roam Wild

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though I may roam wild
through the deserts of despair
rain shall drive my calm 

creating joyful music
strangled by the whitest hope

By Sarah ©2017



Prompst: Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, Photo Challenge – #174, AND, Colleen’s Weekly Poetry Challenge, wild & calm

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Sugar And Spice (And All Things Love)

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love is knowing how

things can be spiced up without

losing the sugar

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you love me, you love

me not, two can play the game

of sugar and spice

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my sweet tooth needs no

sugar, but my heart craves the

spices of your love



By Sarah ©2017 


Author’s Note: 🧀Apologies for the somewhat cheesy triple Haiku for this week’s challenge! I’m battling fatigue and missing my hubby while I’m away in New Zealand 😊

Prompt: Colleen’s Weekly Poetry Challenge #40, Words: sugar & spice

Haibun, Haiku, Poetry by Sarah

Truth Fairy

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on wings of whimsy
and magic, the fairy turns
ancient bone to gold

I lay in bed, barely able to contain my excitement. I squeezed my eyes shut, willing myself to sleep so that she may come! I pictured in my mind, a delicate pixie; fine-boned with pointed face. Her eyes would glitter with mischief and delight as she paid her clandestine visit. She wore cloth spun with gold thread and grew tiny gypsophila flowers in her hair.  I wondered if she brought with her a tiny pouch lined with velvet to carry away the old and leave her gift of gold.  I dreamed of all the ways I would spend my treasure. I heard the door open and pretended to be asleep. I squinted one eye to reveal a sliver; a glimpse of her true being. But what I saw instead was a monster. It was my mother’s hand reaching for the tooth and slipping a coin in its place.

magic has dissolved
as fairy wings turned to dust
the truth now exposed

By Sarah ©2017


Prompt: Colleen’s Weekly Poetry Challenge, #35 fairy & magic