Other, Poetry by Sarah

Blind Eye


Image credit Gerald Larocque

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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Scribblings by Sarah

Flapdoodle 

I am an Abstract Evil Barbie. So please Stop Calling Me Frank and give me The Pineapples from the Dawn of Time. 

Take them to the Bimbo Toolshed and store them with my GoGo Penguins and Loudmouthkitten. Don’t get all Kissyfoot about it or I’ll serve you to the Devil with Cheese! 

Now leave me in peace to complete my Reign of Frogs. And close the Squirrel Nut Zippers behind you!

By Sarah ©2017

Image credit Pixabay

Prompt: Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, Sunday Writing Prompt, #224 – Name That Tune
Task: YES – these are real.group.band.names. REAL.Anyhow, there are 10 selections. Pick a few, one or two – and create something, anything, maybe 3? Let yourself just have a ball with these. Create whatever – short story, flash fiction, poem. Just play.

Stories by Sarah

Unholy

The autumn chill descended over the town and with it came rot and ruin.  But not from above like the people expected. No, it came from below. 

They had dug the grave too shallow, and the evil sinews of his rotting muscle and bone seeped into the ground, anchoring itself deep within the soil. 

Every crop would fail. 

All the flowers would wilt. 

Grass would die and birds would no longer sing.

The trees would lose their leaves and not regrow them come spring. 

He had stained the cheeks of the earth as unholy ground.

The town; it was already dying too.

The seed of his devilishness would haunt them for decades to come. Though they had rid the town of his physical presence, his hellish influence would continue. He had kept his dying curse – You can never get rid of me…

By Sarah ©2017

Image credit Unsplash



Prompt: Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, First Line Friday, October 13th, 2017 and Opposing Forces – 14 October 2017
Words: above and below; shallow and deep

Mindlovemisery's Menagerie - Saturday Mix

Saturday Mix – Opposing Forces, 14 October 2017

Opposites again for the challenge this week…

Mindlovemisery's Menagerie

Welcome to the Saturday Mix,14 October 2017!

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:

– above and below

– shallow and deep

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.
Patience…

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Mindlovemisery's Menagerie - Saturday Mix

Saturday Mix – Same Same But Different, 7 October 2017

Same same but different time again…

Mindlovemisery's Menagerie

Welcome to the Saturday Mix, 7 October 2017!

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 are:

  1. lucky
  2. walk
  3. old
  4. dry
  5. cook

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 for you…

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Free Verse, Month Of Mini Writing Challenges 2017, Poetry by Sarah

Crossroads

I cannot rest when the moon is full,
its wintery presence keeps me wakeful.

Playful shadows dance across the wall,
Illuminated by pale ghostly light on this,
All Hallows’ eve.

Despite locked door, I quake in my bed,
Shivering, hoping, I’ve remembered the chain.

Is it real or faux fear that chases me this night?
I brace myself for the unknown darkness.

Drawing deep within the covers, I create a pen around myself, 
A distant bell dings, worming into my sanctuary, calling my name.

My conscience rebels because at the bottom of all this,
is just a crossroads between madness and truth.

By Sarah ©2017


Prompt: The Sunday Whirl, Wordle 318;


Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, First Line Friday – September 29th 2017; and also, Sammi Cox, A Month Of Mini Writing Challenges, Day 30 – final challenge!
Task: Write a spooky poem in 13 lines for Halloween.

Free Verse, Poetry by Sarah

No Tea Today

“Well, I didn’t want tea anyway.” 

and no, I don’t, want you to stay.

Please, will you just go away!

Leave me to wallow in my way.

(That’s what I do, when my mood is grey)

It’s best to keep yourself at bay,

Lest that I should make you pay.

Well-meaning helpers make good prey;

A target at which to aim my spray!

The best of intentions cannot sway,

What heaviness upon my shoulders weigh.

Instead, I’ll  wait for sunshine’s ray,

To lead this present bleakness astray.

But for now…Come what may.

By Sarah ©2017

Prompt: Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, First Line Friday – September 15th 2017

Haibun, Poetry by Sarah

Slipping

A hole has been burrowed into my core, and I have been scooped out. Damaged and broken, I cannot be whole. Surely, my heart will die, in those briefest moments, between dream and reality, when I become aware I am lost, and that I will never be again. Like smoke curling skyward, I slip through my desperately grasping fingers. I clutch at wisps of me, for this is all I have now.

in murky waters
malevolent fingers tear
unseen misery 

By Sarah ©2017


Image credit Pixabay

Prompt: Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, Heeding Haiku with Chèvrefeuille, September 13th 2017 – despair

Month Of Mini Writing Challenges 2017, Scribblings by Sarah

The Decider


Image credit Caras Ionut

Dream or nightmare? A clown is the decider.

By Sarah ©2017



Prompt: Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, Photo Challenge #180; Sammi Cox, A Month Of Mini Writing Challenges, Day 14, Task: Write a story in less than 10 words about a dream.

Haiku, Poetry by Sarah

Space For Self


Image credit Cathal Mac an Bheatha

make space for yourself
overcome the fear and peer
through your heart’s window

By Sarah ©2017


Prompt: TJ’s Household Haiku, window and heart; Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, Sunday Writing Prompt #219; Daily Post Daily Prompt, overcome

Stories by Sarah

Daddy’s Little Girl

Trigger warning – This story contains content about the rape of a minor, and suicide *

She stepped out into the bitter night air. The wind whipped her hair across her face, stinging her cheeks; much like the slap she’d received earlier had done. The rain beat down onto her bruised body and she shuddered at the thought of what she had to do.  She drew her baby closer to her breast.

She thought it might have been different, if she had given it time. That perhaps her family could have accepted it. But she realised sadly, that she should have known better, that no matter what, reputation and pride was more important to her father. It was inevitable that anything less would perforate her from him. She cringed as she recalled her mother’s weak, trembling figure standing dutifully by her father’s side. She remembered her vague hope that she might come to her rescue. Foolish! It all seemed so irrelevant now. They even said it was her fault; that she asked for it, but she couldn’t understand how a fifteen year old girl could possibly do that.

The rain grew heavier now and lightning streaked across the midnight sky, highlighting for a brief instant her ghost-like figure moving through the night. Her baby’s wail was one with the wind and she was tired. So tired.

How did it all start? She could barely remember and didn’t really want to. She had been sent away to boarding school, for a “life-changing Year 9 experience”. Boy were they right! she thought bitterly. From the first day she’d arrived, he had begun visiting her at night. She didn’t like what he did to her, and knew it must be wrong, because he threatened if she ever told anyone, he would kill her. She hated him so much and luckily, when his body was found, they had thought it was a suicide. But still, he had lived on – a new life created inside her.

The infant had no name. She resented it almost as much as she resented its father, but she acknowledged it wasn’t the baby’s fault. People in the town had looked upon her with such pity and disdain, that when she arrived at her parent’s doorstep, she should have expected their disgust too. At first, her mother just cried, while her father shouted names like “whore” and issued her the first of many blows. She smirked as she recalled that before that day, he’d always called her ‘daddy’s little girl’. He demanded that either, she leave or get rid of the child, proclaiming her “a disgrace to the family”. The decision wasn’t hard to make.

In a muted voice, her mother suggested the kindest way, and so the young girl kissed her baby goodbye. The wind howled through the trees and the water lashed against the banks of the river. She looked upwards into the rain and cried to God for forgiveness.

Then threw herself in.

By Sarah ©2017

Prompt: Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, Saturday Mix, 9 September 2017 – Same Same But Different
Synonyms used:
produce – create
puncture – perforate
smile – smirk
young – infant
difficult – hard 

Daily Post Daily Prompt, irrelevant,  sting,

Haiku, Poetry by Sarah

Lonely

alone with a glass
drinking pools of dark despair
a lonely battle

By Sarah ©2017

Image credit Pixabay 

——-

a lonely lookout
proffers victorious views
queen of the mountain

By Sarah ©2017

Image credit By Sarah ©

Prompt: Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, Heeding Haiku With Chèvrefeuille, September 6th 2017 – loneliness
Task: Create two haiku on loneliness, one with the “sad” (negative) or the “joyful” (positive) meaning of loneliness.

Haiku, Poetry by Sarah

Tough Times


Image credit Peterio

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

 

Scribblings by Sarah

Night Sounds

Night time.
I lie and wait for sleep to come.

I try to calm my busy mind.
– but sounds distract me.

A scratching against the window
– hedges wrestling with the breeze.

Tick tick tick
– clock on the wall.

A distant, constant, low hum
– stream of traffic on the freeway.

A faint tooting blast
– overnight passenger train from Melbourne.

An occasional car rumbling past our house
– soon followed by a door slamming.

My phone pings an alert 
– to attend or ignore? (Attend usually wins out)

Further stimulating my mind
– covers rustle as I struggle to find a comfortable position.

Dogs give a warning growl
– if I disturb them in the process.

I sigh with frustration as the hours pass by
– my elusive rest accentuated by my husband’s gentle snoring.

By Sarah ©2017


Prompt and Image Credit: Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, Sunday Writing Prompt #218, September 3 – Night Sounds

Other

All That I Know

Author’s Note: My response today is my first ever attempt at a song! Now, please understand I am not at all a musical person, aside from loving to listen to it! I cannot sing and cannot play an instrument other than drums! For some, reason as I was contemplating my response to my own prompt (weird in itself!) the song lyrics and tune just materialised in my brain. I have had a go at putting the chorus to some simple piano and recorded the full song a cappella (I have included links at the end of the post)

Warning: My singing is truly terrible but no point having lyrics if you can’t imagine the tune. Apologies in advance for your eardrums 😃 I’m having a brave and bold moment by putting it out there in the first place! Lol

CHORUS
Oh yes it’s time, oh yes it’s time,
Oh yes it’s time oh yes it’s ti-me.
Oh yes it’s time, oh yes it’s time,
For all that I know.

When I, when I was a young girl,
I thought that life, that life would be ea-sy.
But then, I found my own way,
And the world it got real ha-zy.

My mu-mma, she said now wee one,
Just take things day by day.
I tried to do what she said,
But I found myself in my own way.

CHORUS
Oh yes it’s time, oh yes it’s time,
Oh yes it’s time oh yes it’s ti-me.
Oh yes it’s time, oh yes it’s time,
For all that I know.

I drank the words of poi-son,
My head sang to my soul.
I knew that she was lyin’,
But I still believed it all.

Then I, then I went a seekin’
To see what I could find,
Drink, some drugs, some feel good,
But all I lost was my mind.

CHORUS
Oh yes it’s time, oh yes it’s time,
Oh yes it’s time oh yes it’s ti-me.
Oh yes it’s time, oh yes it’s time,
For all that I know.

New hope is hard to come by,
When things get so bad you see,
We
don’t want to admit it –
That fear that you, could be m-e.

So you just keep a walkin’
And never me, you mind,
My presence is forgotten,
My fate, my fate has been signed.

Oh yes it’s time, oh yes it’s time,
Oh yes it’s time oh yes it’s ti-me.
Oh yes it’s time, oh yes it’s time,
For all that I know.

Oh yes it’s time, oh yes it’s time,
Oh yes it’s time oh yes it’s ti-me.
Oh yes it’s time, oh yes it’s time,
For all that I know.

Oh Lord, 
Please save my soul.


Sample of Chorus score – https://my.scorecloud.com/song/14e68cd63d40de70eed7183ec0bb6d8d
Full song link – https://drive.google.com/open?id=0B7rAgw9n5bQqYmRLaVdKQnZ2MEk


By Sarah ©2017

Prompt: Daily Post Daily Prompt, believe; and Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, Saturday Mix – Double Take, 2 September 2017

Scribblings by Sarah, Stories by Sarah

The Cabin


When Sahi returned to The Ridge, there was nothing left but charred wood jutting from the snow. She couldn’t believe it had gone up so fast. She had raced down to the village to raise the alarm, as soon as she’d seen the flames licking at the roof. However, by the time the volunteer fire brigade had arrived on scene, it was already too late. The cabin was gone.

She wiped away a tear as she thought of all the memories those walls had held. The cabin had been her grandfather’s; “built from the ground up with my own two hands” he used to say. She had been coming here for as long as could remember. Her mother had grown up here; her aunts and uncles too. It had been a happy home back then, and later, a holiday retreat for children, grandchildren and friends alike.

Sahi remembered the special sleepovers where Grandma Alice would transform their tired sofa into a cosy double bed for her sister and her. They would whisper to each other late into the night, before one of her grandparents would eventually threaten to ‘redden their bums’ with the wooden spoon, if they didn’t shut up and go to sleep. You could spank children back then and not incite the furore of today, Sahi thought. The discipline hadn’t hurt her and she recalled with a smile the time she’d had the ominous spoon broken on her behind. It had looked much like the splintered remains in front of her.

She was sorry it had come to this. But after her grandfather had passed away, the fighting about who was the rightful owner of the cabin, was tearing the family apart. His will had stated that they were to decide amongst themselves. 

Well, Sahi had decided, that if she couldn’t have it, no one would. She tucked the matches deeper into her pocket, as the rest of her family arrived at the ruins of the cabin.

By Sarah ©2017

Prompt: Daily Post Daily Prompt, believe; and Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, First Line Friday – September 1st 2017

Haibun, Poetry by Sarah

Linger


Image credit Don Naman

Author’s note: This is my first attempt at a “one-line Haibun” or “one-bun”, which is a “Free-style” haibun. It’s a haibun-form created by Jim Kacian. The “one-bun” is a haibun in just one line, title text and haiku combined in just one-line.

as the last few strums on the metallic strings reverberate around the stadium, the lead guitarist waits for the burgeoning cheers of the crowd; all appreciative fans

dying notes Linger on and on they echo ’round growing record sales

By Sarah ©2017

Prompt: Bikurgurl, 100 Word Wednesday, Week 34; Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, Heeding Haiku With Chèvrefeuille, August 30th 2017 – growth one-bun*

Poetry by Sarah, Tanka

No More


Image credit Barbara Florczyk

Her only comfort,
as the rain falls around her,
– a canopy’s space.

She dreams of a time to come,
when the tears will flow no more.

By Sarah ©2017

Prompt: Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, Photo Challenge #178; Ramblings of a Writer, Weekly Tanka Prompt Challenge, Week 60 – space and dream

Scribblings by Sarah, Stories by Sarah

Close To The Sun


Image credit By Sarah ©;   Sunset at Mt McKay

Some of the best views of the high country, are near Falls Creek, Victoria. 

I was currently trudging up Mt McKay and racing the clock to see a sunset. At 1,849 metres above the sea level, it is the highest spot in Australia accessible by road; and I was feeling every one of those metres as I huffed and puffed my way up. The gravel of the path crunched under my hiking boots as I walked along. That, combined with the bird song and wind gently rustling the leaves, provided a soundtrack; a rhythm; that kept me moving. I had to hurry, if I wanted to see it; time was running out. 

I rounded the final corner, and saw I was just in time. The sight of the bluish-tinged, bush covered mountains of the Australian Alpine National Park greeted me. It was a 360o panorama of absolute wilderness that made my skin tingle. The cerise rays of the setting sun dipped lower and lower in the sky before slipping away completely. I was all alone, witnessing nature’s spectacular show. It was magical.

I pulled open my back pack, had a drink of water and crunched on an apple. I popped in my earbuds and turned my iPod onto random. I smiled to myself, appreciating the serendipitous moment, as the first few notes of David Usher’s Too Close To The Sun, began to play…

By Sarah ©2017


Prompt: Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, Writing Prompt #217 – Stories By 5
The five
:
Topic – A walk in the forest
Name – Usher
Fruit – apple
Colour – cerise
Sensation – tingle

Scribblings by Sarah

After The Party

It was a late night; a party of epic proportions and I should have had the sense to stop drinking before I couldn’t see straight! Stepping out into the street, a forcefully strong gust of wind blew stray papers my way. I put my hands up to protect my face, and hesitated, making sure the cab out the front was in fact, the one I’d called. 

As I got into the car, my head began to hammer, hinting at the hangover to come. The ride home was thankfully fast at this pre-dawn hour, with little traffic, and little conversation from the driver. My husband had left the light on for me, however, it wasn’t needed, as the rays of a new day peeked over the horizon. I fumbled with my keys and opened the door. It creaked noisily in its frame heralding my arrival to my sleeping spouse. 

I dumped my handbag, stripped off my makeup and clothes and jumped in the shower. The rivers of warm water eased my now pounding head and I made a mental list for the day ahead:

1. Water
2. Aspirin
3. Sleep

Thank goodness for Sundays!

By Sarah ©2017




Prompt: The Sunday Whirl, Wordle 314