Other, Poetry by Sarah

Raindrops

Racing
Along
Inside veins,
Needlessly
Drawing their
Route. They
Open into free
Passage and
Softly fall to the ground.

By Sarah ©2018

Prompt: Sammi Scribbles, Weekend Writing Prompt #51 – Raindrops. Poetry Challenge – Write an acrostic poem, where the first letter of each line spells “Raindrops” as it is read from top to bottom.

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Pantoum, Poetry by Sarah

Epiphany

She once had an epiphany –
time was not her friend.
It surrounded her, reminded her,
Her life was near its end.

Time was not her friend.
Resolute, she carried on.
Her life was near its end.
Each minute passed and gone.

Resolute, she carried on.
Her fortitude now grown.
Each minute passed and gone,
Her time was hers to own.

Her fortitude now grown.
Surrounding her, reminding her,
Her time was hers to own.
She had an epiphany.

By Sarah ©2018

Prompt: Olivante Poetry, #NaPoWriMo – Image 9; and also, Sammi Cox, Weekend Writing Prompt #49 – Random (3). Poetry Challenge – Write a poem of any length that includes all three of the word prompts (Fortitude – Resolute – Epiphany) and where one of the lines is repeated at least once.

Elfje, Poetry by Sarah

Glimpses

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Image credit Ryan Hogg

Tawny
sunshine illuminates
darkness, giving glimpses
of the night’s handiwork.
Artisans.

By Sarah ©2018

Prompt: Olivante Poetry, #NaPoWriMo, Day 1 Image; and also, Sammi Scribbles, Weekend Writing Prompt, #48 – Glimpse. Poetry Challenge – Write a poem in five lines, where each line is no longer than 10 words, inspired by the either the word prompt or the photo prompt.

Fibonacci, Poetry by Sarah

Vibrant

The
most
vibrant
of colours
still can not conceal
the shadows that lie beneath them.

By Sarah ©2018

Prompt: Sammi Scribbles, Weekend Writing Prompt, #47 – Vibrant. Poetry Challenge – Write a non-rhyming poem in no more than 10 lines, that is inspired by the word and photo prompt.

Haibun, Poetry by Sarah, Stories by Sarah

Patience Rewarded

Author’s note: I have combined the two challenges this week to create a Haibun. The prose tells the fable, the Haiku delivers the message.

Three snails looked across the green grass, hoping to get to the other side. The first snail was impetuous, setting off across the lawn without consideration for his vulnerability or awareness of the potential dangers. From out of the sky swooped a magpie, snapping him up and crunching his shell, the bird enjoying this squishy, unexpected treat on her journey back to her nest. Shaken, the next snail, cautiously looked around him. Checking over and under leaves, analysing every inch of ground for danger. His foot taking such hesitant steps, that he never realised that the sun was drying him up; desiccating him from the outside in. He was stopped midway, and never moved again. But the third snail, waited. He knew that by staying where he was until night fall, the cover of darkness would shield him from the predatory eyes from above. He also knew that the heat from the sun would soon disappear, enabling him to maintain his mucus trail and keep on moving. And so, as the moon appeared, he commenced his journey. Safely, he made it to the other side of the garden and to the sanctuary of his new home among the lettuce leaves.

Wise words: “haste makes waste”.
Think through your situation.
Patience rewarded.

By Sarah ©2018

Prompt: Daily Post Daily Prompt – patience; and also, Sammi Scribbles, Weekend Writing Prompt #46 – Patience. Prose Challenge – Write a fable on the theme of patience. Poetry Challenge – Write a haiku inspired by the word prompt.

Cinquain, Poetry by Sarah, Stories by Sarah

Spring

Prose ChallengeWrite a story in no more than 100 words that includes the following words: spring, blossom, bud, nature, bloom

She smiled and felt relieved, as she closed the door behind her, suitcase in hand. He had stamped on her budding dreams for the last time. His controlling nature meant he was never going to allow her to blossom into the person she knew she deserved to be.

She recalled the first two lines of William Shakespeare’s Richard III, a favourite of hers from literature class, back in college: “Now is the winter of our discontent / Made glorious summer by this sun.”

Yes, she thought. But first there has to be a Spring.

And it was her time to bloom…

By Sarah ©2018

Poetry ChallengeWrite a poem in no more than 10 lines that includes the same words in the list above.

verdure
dainty blossoms
budding, sprouting, blooming
nature’s vivid colour palette
springtime

By Sarah ©2018

Prompt: Sammi Scribbles, Weekend Writing Prompt #45 – Spring

Other, Poetry by Sarah, Stories by Sarah

Fallen

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

Stories by Sarah

The Dollhouse

“I don’t care what you do with it, I just want it gone,” Alex said, pointing at the dollhouse.  

It was an ugly thing, by all accounts. The Victorian style was usually so decorative. But this was grotesque – asymmetrical wraparound porches, gingerbread trim, gabled roofs, and lairy colours.

“What’s wrong with it?” I asked suspiciously, “Apart from the obvious,” I added, gesturing to the fascade.

“Nothing,” Alex said. “It was left to me by my Aunt Clara. Silly old coot. What do I want with a dollhouse? Even the executor was laughing. Seriously, a grown man and a dollhouse!”

“She must’ve wanted you to have it for some reason,” I pressed, “I mean, I can take it. Lacey will love it. But are you sure?”

“Take it,” he insisted, “Aunt Clara really lost it. When she promised me her house, I never dreamt this was what she meant! Silly old coot,” he repeated.

So I took it.

Lacey, as I anticipated, squealed with delight. She threw open the doors and starting playing immediately. I was pleased she liked it.

Lacey hadn’t been playing long when she called out. I hoped she hadn’t tired of it already!

I entered her bedroom, and noticed her arm down one of the chimneys.

“Lace…” I began.

“Something’s in here,” she said, pulling out a piece of paper.

I read the contents, revealing what it was. I smiled, holding the deed to Clara’s mansion. “Looks like Alex is going to have that house after all.”

By Sarah ©2018

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Image credit Pinterest

Prompt: Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, First Line Friday – February 16th, 2018; and also, Sammi Scribbles, Weekend Writing Prompt, #42 – Revelation. Prose Challenge – In words or less, write a story about the uncovering of a secret.

Other, Poetry by Sarah

Rain Dance

Droplets dance across the glass,
the rain has finally come.
Heat of day’s begun to pass,
droplets dance across the glass
down onto the thirsty grass.
Upon my roof it drums.
Droplets dance across the glass,
the rain has finally come.

By Sarah ©2018

Prompt: Sammi Scribbles, Weekend Writing Prompt, #41 – Weather, Poetry Challenge – Write a poem of any length that is inspired by the photo prompt, where the first and last lines are the same.

Other, Poetry by Sarah

Afternoon Delight

A fternoon tea with
F riends. Is
T here anything more sweet?
E ntertaining and
R avishing moorish treats.
N eenish tart?
O r perhaps
O range cake?
N evermind ruining your appetite!

T here’s a separate stomach for
E ating dessert, and nothing beats
A nap afterwards!

By Sarah ©2018

Prompt: Sammi Scribbles, Weekend Writing Prompt #40 – Afternoon Tea

Pantoum, Poetry by Sarah

Circles

This was my favourite weekend prompt by Sammi Scribbles this year. It was a highly relevant and timely post for me at that point and helped me express some of the feelings I was going through…

Prompt: Sammi Scribbles, Weekend Writing Prompt #35 – End Of Year Challenge

By Sarah


Ruminating; circles running in my head.
I try so hard to push these thoughts away.
They pull me back; fill me with dread.
It seems sometimes they’re here to stay.

I try so hard to push these thoughts away.
As they twist and curl around my brain.
It seems sometimes they’re here to stay.
Intent on driving me insane.

As they twist and curl around my brain.
They pull me back; fill me with dread.
Intent on driving me insane.
Ruminating; circles running in my head.

By Sarah ©2107

Author’s note: I selected the Pantoum form for my poetry because I felt it gave my thoughts the ‘running on a loop’ feel that the challenge required. I hope you enjoy it. As some of you may have gathered from my recent posts, I am struggling again with my anxiety, so this prompt helped me express certain aspects of the…

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Pantoum, Poetry by Sarah

Festive Times

Time to decorate the old fir tree
Bring the ornaments out of their box
Who gets to place the star? Hope it’s me!
We hang our Christmas socks.

Bring the ornaments out of their box
Decorate the house festively
We hang our Christmas socks
It’s nearly time for roast turkey

Decorate the house festively
Dressed in finery and frocks
It’s nearly time for roast turkey
Drinking egg nog on the rocks

Dressed in finery and frocks
Time to decorate the old fir tree
Drinking egg nog on the rocks
Who gets to place the star? Hope it’s me!

By Sarah ©2017

Prompt: Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, Saturday Mix, Lucky Dip – 16 December 2017. Task – Write a pantoum about the Christmas/holiday season, and also, Sammi Scribbles, Weekend Writing Prompt, #33 – Time. Poetry Challenge – Write a poem of no more than 20 lines where the first line:
• starts with the word “Time”
• is repeated at least twice

Other, Poetry by Sarah

Reflection

Reality versus
Expectation. My
Face peers back at me and I
Long for an eraser to rub out the
Eternity of lines
Cut into my skin.
This is me now
I realise, and though
Objectionable ageing may be,
No one can escape time.

By Sarah ©2017

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Prompt: Sammi Scribbles, Weekend Writing Prompt, #32 – Reflection, Poetry Challenge – Write an acrostic poem, where the first letter of the first word of each line spells out “reflection” as it is read from top to bottom.

Free Verse, Poetry by Sarah

Ancient Boots

Years have seen but many who owns,
the castle set amidst the larch.
Empty now of all, except the moans
of wind across fields a’ parch.

Hark, hear echoes on cobbled stones?
They resound still, under arch.
Lying in ground, now just bones,
whose ancient boots did march.

By Sarah ©2017

Prompt: Sammi Scribbles, Weekend Writing Prompt, #31 – Nostalgia, Poetry Challenge – Write a poem up to 15 lines long that has a rhyming pattern of ABAB and is inspired by feelings of nostalgia.

Other, Poetry by Sarah

Flyway

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Bird migration is the regular seasonal movement, often north and south along a flyway, between breeding and wintering grounds.

Let’s fly along the flyway,
for bounties from lands afar.
Just for the season we will stay,
let’s fly along the flyway.
Journeying all night, and through the day,
our compass of sun and star.
Let’s fly along the flyway,
for bounties from lands afar.

By Sarah ©2017

Prompt: Sammi Scribbles, Weekend Writing Prompt, #30 – Journey. Poetry Challenge – Write a triolet* inspired by the photo prompt.

* A triolet is a short poem of eight lines with only two rhymes used throughout. The requirements of this fixed form are straightforward: the first line is repeated in the fourth and seventh lines; the second line is repeated in the final line; and only the first two end-words are used to complete the tight rhyme scheme. Thus, the poet writes only five original lines, giving the triolet a deceptively simple appearance: ABaAabAB, where capital letters indicate repeated lines.

Poetry by Sarah, Shadorma

Yield


Confusion.
Saturated mind
unable
to sort through;
prioritise challenges.
Moonstruck by my fears.

Day by day,
with ragtag mounting,
I feel I
am drowning.
The sun is shimmering still
– but in me, no more.

Do I sail
raging seas, or yield?
A conflict –
Desperate
wanderlust away from self?
Or stay. Fight the fight?

By Sarah ©2017

Prompt: Sammi Scribbles, Weekend Writing Prompt, #29 – Random, Task: Poetry Challenge – Write a three verse poem, where:
• each verse focuses on one of the three random words (Moonstruck – Ragtag – Wanderlust)
• and each verse must somehow reference the photo prompt in some way

and also; Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, Saturday Mix, Lucky Dip – 18 November 2017, Task: Write a Shadorma about an emotion (I have obviously chosen to write about confusion!)