Peace inspired by Three Word Wednesday

Inspired by Three Word Wednesday this week's prompt words are fragile, rampant, tremor.

P
E
A
C
E
peace
so fragile
has escaped me
it spills through my fingers
rampant, no longer contained
it is free running
and it pours
.
.
.

tiny
pyramids
mounding like
molehills at my feet

I tremor at the thought
of the mountains they will bring

then I put a halt to the rushing tide
I create barriers with my breath
and with the soft brush
of my attention
I sweep and
I gather
until
all the
peace is
once again
contained inside.

This Story - Inspired by Saturday Centus

Week 25 of Saturday Centus the prompt is to use up to 100 words (not including the prompt) using the line "this is the scariest story I've ever heard"

T H I S...S T O R Y

Autumn wraps itself around me like a cloak.

The spent leaves, falling, illuminated shards of stained glass, gently swirling.

Firebrand fingers touch the ground where you walk, tracing your steps.

The long shadows, stark and blatant as you grasp my cold hand and speak words that fall from your gentle lips like bombs, detonating on impact with my open heart.

You are going to a far off land and I must stay here alone.

In the vast space that opens in the silent tick of these chilling seconds, I realise that this is the scariest story I've ever heard...

and I fall into your arms like a stone.

(Exactly 100 words without the prompt)

Reflecting - Magpie Tale # 37

Inspired by this weeks Magpie Tales and the photo below.

Those silvered reflections of you

still exist, strands of spidered silk

woven and so delicately knotted

tracing my veins, footpaths edged

beside the crimson rivers, blood

bound and fluid, still guided

by the high wire touch of you

imperceptable tightropes

where once you walked

Microfiction Monday # 53

This weeks picture prompt from Microfiction Monday at Stony River
The task: a tweetable 140 characters or fewer inspired by the picture below...

They watched through the window as she struggled with herself.
The loaves looked so appetising but it'd taken ages to slim into that dress!

Signposts - Sunday 160

Written for - Monkey Mans - Sunday 160
where you must use only 160 characters
(including spaces) and post on Sunday.

There are always signs
if you look for them
pointing
this way or that
which gets confusing
that's when to use
your intuition
and stop
looking
and start
feeling

Neither Trick Nor Treat - Saturday Centus

Week 24 of Saturday Centus the prompt is to use up to 100 words (not including the prompt) using the line "Trick or treat!" they shouted as the door opened"

Neither Trick Nor Treat

Trick or treat!" they shouted as the door opened...

He watched the flickering shadows play across their eager little faces, ghoulish disguises not able to mask the innocence of their expectation.

Sparkling eyes still trusting life to hand out good things whenever they asked, he could not bear the thought of what he knew life would do to that.

It broke his heart.

The knocks, the hurts, the shine that would tarnish.

He longed to make them hardy, like plants he overwintered in his garden.

So he gently shook his head as he looked them straight in the eyes and he mouthed 'go away'.

Then he shut the door.

(exactly 100 words)

Unleash - inspired by Writers Island prompt 25

Inspired by Writers Island prompt 25 Unleash
and this wondrous image entitled “Lost Boat” from Spanish artist Silvia

Unleash that vast ocean of you and
pour yourself onto my waiting shore.
I welcome the crashing waves of you,
eager for your salt water onslaught
to irrigate the parched land of me.
Too long on shore, I have become dry,
no rushing water or gulls cry in my dreams
until you arrived, with your fathomless depths
and the tidal wave I see in your blue green eyes.

Perhaps a follow on from this one written yesterday.

Colour - Thursday Think Tank

The Thursday Think Tank - This weeks prompt #19 is - colour

The soft
blue green
ocean waves
of your eyes
are all the
colour I need
on this stark
greyscale
morning

....

Lightcatcher - Magpie Tale 36

Magpie Tales hosts a weekly writing prompt, the challenge is to write a small vignette or poem using the photo below as your inspiration.

L I G H T C A T C H E R

Impetuous now
trying to catch the light
audacious arms
outstretched
like
barren branches
coveting
those yellow strands
aching to feel
those
soft ribbons
of warmth
draping
like
Summer

Spotlight - Inspired by Three Word Wednesday

Inspired by Three Word Wednesday this week's prompt words are absolve, hiss, ridicule

S P O T L I G H T

Your outlandish garb inspires no ridicule
just the sharp hiss of exhaled breath
as you stun with your presence.
Your charisma worn like a cape
drapes in stylish folds
around your frame, concealing
the human beneath the glamour
but it does nothing to absolve you
from their expectations.
You deliver, faultlessly,
inimitably, as you always do,
and your place on the pedestal
is preserved once again.
.

Microfiction Monday #52

This weeks picture prompt from Microfiction Monday at Stony River

The task: a tweetable 140 characters or fewer inspired by the picture below...

She was SO excited
the butterflies in her stomach
could get her there without the train
emails were OK but soon she'd be
in his arms at last

(140 characters)

Under Our Feet - Sunday 160

It is easy to forget that under our feet
and under the floors and tarmac
and pavements
under the grass of the fields
and flowers
under everything...
lies earth


Written for - Monkey Mans - Sunday 160
where you must use only 160 characters
(including spaces) and post on Sunday.

(exactly 160 characters)

If I Had a Hammer - Inspired by Saturday Centus week 23

Inspired by Week 23 of Saturday Centus - use up to 100 words and the line - If I had a hammer...

If I had a hammer grasped tight in my trembling hands

I would knock in the nails that protrude from everyday life

so they didn't scrape and puncture things with searing holes

I would sand down edges, polish mirrors, clean surfaces . . .

spray scented water to eliminate the bad smells, so we could breathe

Lay down soft cushions on hard floors, so landings would always be soft

Blur the edges, so that sad things could be borne with ease

so that the business of living was smooth and safe to be around

So that hammers were not needed and all of the sharp things had gone.

(exactly 100 words excluding prompt.)

Beneath - inspired by Writers Island prompt #24

Inspired by prompt 24 envision and this image from Writers Island

B E N E A T H
behind the image, another layer
always much more than meets the eye
layer upon layer, each appearing solid until
you peel them away to reveal the one beneath
the onion skins keep going, one on top of the other
each revealing another reality, another truth, another
level of understanding, shifting focus, malleable, magicians
in the making, pulling rabbits out of hats, realities from expectation
scene shifters, movie makers, stage set designers, projectionists, humans.

.

Reverie - Magpie Tale 35

Magpie Tales hosts a weekly writing prompt, the challenge is
to write a small vignette or poem using the photo below as your inspiration.

R E V E R I E
Beneath the fluttering wings
of this red gold leaf blown afternoon
lie the soft white feathers of memory
drifting down on the breeze like seeds
looking for fertile ground to take root
and they find it in my willing earth
and all at once it is another time
and that eager upturned face
and those sparkling eyes
belong once again to me
and I am back home
and you are there
. . . . .

Artists Soul - Three Word Wednesday

Written for Three Word Wednesday this week's prompt words are hint, lust, sheen.

A r t i s t s S o u l

She felt a lust for colour, her heart raced at vast expanses of cobalt blue, her breath quickened at vivid orange, and sunshine yellow made her smile.

In quieter moments she bathed in the neutral shades, tranquil with just a hint of pigment, enough to show the form and shadow of passing light, enough to make it sculptural.

A glimpse of raspberry pink caused her to gasp with delight. Midnight blue flecked with a tracery of gold threads bought forth great surges of passion.

The sheen of light on shiny sufaces excited her, made her head spin with desire.

She was in love with hues and shades and tones and her wide eyed appreciation gave her food, that nourished her and filled her soul with joy.


Written for Three Word Wednesday this week's prompt words are hint, lust, sheen.

Where Art Thou Muse - Carry on Tuesday #73

This weeks prompt for Carry On Tuesday is -'Where art thou muse...

Where art thou muse in empty days
when colour and verve have gone
when landscapes are flat and lifeless
and the birds are without song

Where are thou muse in darkest night
when clocks and silence roar
when unwritten pages line the room
and crowd the dusty floor

Where are thou muse when comes the dawn
when light and hope abound
when I am weary now of searching
and I am waiting to be found

Where are thou muse when you disappear
when the shadows coat the land
when I give up hope of your return
and struggle to understand

Where are thou muse in my doubting mind
when I am sure you are trying to hide
when I think you have abandoned me
and then I find you here. . . inside

Microfiction Monday #51

This weeks picture prompt from Microfiction Monday at Stony River

The task: a tweetable 140 characters or fewer inspired by the picture below...

I am SO glad we decided to test drive

a new greener form of transport.

Now what about the emissions?

Well, that depends on what we feed him.

Flashback - Sunday Scribblings #235

Written for Sunday Scribblings prompt 235 - Flashback

Perhaps

the people

we once were

stalk our inner corridors

walking them like ghosts

holding on

to fragments of memory

and strains of music

that we

can no longer

hear

and perhaps

the nuances and scents

of times past

permeate

hidden inner corners

awaiting

the subtle moments

that trigger recollections

of things long gone

things

that maybe

we would much rather

forget

.

Also shared at the poetry pantry at poets united.

His First Time - Sunday 160

Monkey Mans - Sunday 160 - where you must use only 160 characters (including spaces) and post on Sunday.

His First Time

He'd heard it was the latest craze,

all the hip cats were doing it,
he'd seen pictures online, pages of them.
Purring, he plucked up courage and gave it a try.

My cat Sammy after hearing about the infamous Cats in Sinks
.

The Pumpkin Fields - Saturday Centus #22

Week 22 of Saturday Centus - this weeks prompt is to use up to 100 words using the photo as a prompt.

The Pumpkin Fields

The tour bus glides to a halt and through a crackling microphone the guide explains. . .

"Now don't be alarmed at all the blank faces you see here.

These are the pumpkin birthing fields, this is where they live until they big enough to be chosen and taken home.

This is what they look like before they get their personality carved out.

Before they get their individual faces.

Before the light inside them is lit and shines out through their eyes. . .

You will get a chance to choose your own pumpkin at the next stop."

. . . The bus creaks and moves on.


(exactly 100 words)

Soar - Writer's Island - Prompt #23

This was written for Writer's Island - the prompt this week is “Soar”

.: S O A R :.

We walk a path for so long

it becomes deep and worn
familiar and comfortable
our feet step into moulds
made by all the yesterdays
and the scenery is forgotten
it has become routine, known
we begin to forgot how to see
for we know our route so well
that we could walk it blindfold
and being unaware, we often do
the towering sky and soft birdsong
become background, wallpaper
and the well trodden path
becomes a rut
deep sided
stifling
but
climbing
up and out
seems daunting
we are so sure of this path
we know it like the back of our hand
how will we know where to put our feet
when we are not following the others
when the route is not marked out
this rut is feeling like a grave
so we clamber up and out
and realise that things
look different here
unfamilar and new
we can feel energy
bubbling to the surface
fear and excitement mixed
and we look around and understand
that any direction would be a good one
that there are no pre-plotted right paths
that all the paths are made by walking
our mind throws off its shackles
and now no longer tethered
our spirit begins to rise
full of possibilities
and finally free
we take flight
and we soar
. . .

.