gif link Manifestation Part 1 It smiled just then, said, “follow me” Nerves jumping, heart pumping, “there’s someone I want you to meet” fear said no way will I go, although I had lost control of my feet. To the churchyard I followed, then swallowed When I heard a blood-curdling groaning bleat “Ple-e-e-e-a-s-ed toooooooo…
Sunshine Blogger Award nominee
I am privileged to have been nominated for the Sunshine Blogger Award by Kristian, blogger extraordinaire, at: https://talesfromthemindofkristian.wordpress.com Please check out Kristian’s blog, as he’s always got something good cookin’ there. Thank you for your nomination! The rules are: • Thank the person who nominated you and provide a link back to them. • Answer…
Poetry Day 27 — Nightwings
The prompt for today is: What Color Is It? Select a random noun. When you see an image of this person/place/thing, what color is it? Brainstorm the different ways the color can be described. Write a poem to help us see something in color through your eyes. Use an appropriately sourced and credited image of…
Cheeto
image link blubbered lips, invisible hips, hands built on a model of Ken’s* privileged perspectives, racist directives, capitalist common sense spill oil on pristeen, frack gas from the clean, “nature’s my b****, are you dense?” plant factoids with mimes in impressionable minds, chasm grows – there is no more fence. Word of the Day…
Alphabet Haiku Challenge — Q
image link queenly quakerfish quickly quiveringly quell quibbling questions
Poetry Day 25 — Bride’s Revenge
image link Today’s prompt is “door swings both ways” and the suggested form is triquain . Swinging door made me think saloon. The following is a “triquain chain”. swinging door midnight, Rosie’s Saloon sauntering in, looking for trouble chorus of chairs screech back, bartender grabs shotgun even the girls pause to look, then run…
Poetry –manifestation
https://gph.is/2udQdvv gif link A thumping, a glumping, a bumping is heard I turn and there’s nothing, I swear. It’s darkening, fear’s hearkening. Then suddenly, a dank chill fills the air. Shawl pulled closer, mood grows moroser, Sparks prickle the ends of my hair. Mood’s getting intense, I light the incense. Oh dear, what’s…
