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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

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

Twister

It seemed a simple puzzle
– twist; stand still; and wish,
ambler nor no other would nuzzle.
It seemed a simple puzzle.
A sneaky trim, a stolen tousle.
Stream toward the prize…oh no, we’ve all gone squish!
It seemed a simple puzzle
– twist, stand still and wish.

By Sarah ©2017

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Image credit Wikimedia under the Creative Commons Licence

Prompt: Sunday Whirl, Wordle 327. Words: puzzle, stream, twist, ring, wish, amble, prize, still, simple, stolen, stand, trim

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.