Haiku, Poetry by Sarah

A Perfect Wedding

Excited shivers
ripple through family and friends.
Here she comes – the bride!

———–

As enraptured guests
witness exchanging of vows,
tearful joy glistens.

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Joined now forever
as loving husband and wife,
they share their first kiss.

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Reception begins,
photographs taken outside
So lucky – no rain!

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The night melts away –
Dancing, speeches, bouquet thrown.
A perfect wedding.


By Sarah ©2017


Author’s note: My baby brother Matthew got married on the weekend! This collection of Haiku is an homage to him and his lovely new wife. Such a joyous day and I’m so lucky to have shared in their special celebration ❤️


Image credit By Sarah ©2017

Prompt: TJ’s Household Haiku, 27 August 2017 – shiver and rain; Daily Post Daily Prompt, homage

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Poetry by Sarah, Tanka

Seventy-Five Years


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Holding his lady.
Married seventy-five years.
On deathbed he lies,
vows honored until the end.
A portrait of love, endures.

By Sarah ©2017


Author’s note:  This piece is dedicated to my nanna, 95 years old, and my grandfather “Bill” who passed away in June 2015. They had a truly remarkable and inspiring love; married more than 75 years! I can’t even imagine the bond they shared. Nanna claims he still visits her every night in her dreams, asking her when she will join him 💜💙💚

Prompt: Ramblings Of A Writer, Weekly Tanka Prompt Challenge, Week 59 – portrait and lady

Scribblings by Sarah, Stories by Sarah

All Tied Up

Being tied to a chair was about as unpleasant as he imagined.

One minute he’d been out enjoying the sunshine, feeling the wind ruffle through the grass around him.

Next, he’d been snatched away, driven for miles and then forced into a cold, cold room…and a room filled with strangers nonetheless! And he hadn’t liked the look of them either – not one bit! They were an odd assortment. Tall, short, thin, chunky, groomed, scruffy…and all different colours too.

He had been wondering what on earth was going on when suddenly, the door to the room had opened and a friendly looking, round-faced woman entered. 

Surely she’s not my captor? he’d thought to himself. She seems too nice, too ‘homey’.

He had no sooner completed the thought than she’d grabbed him. Hard. 

Her chubby fingers had dug into his skin and without a word, she’d thrown him against a couple of the strangers.

She’d grabbed some rope, bound them together and tied them to the chair, plonking them unceremoniously next to others who were bound just like them.

Yep, he thought again, Being tied to a chair was about as unpleasant as he imagined. 

Now, just get on with the damn wedding will you?


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 By Sarah ©2017

Prompt: Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, First Line Friday 09.06.17