The Tiger Moth Club of South Africa
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She was driving up
to the small airfield.
Listening to one of
M.C. Hammer songs.
She had been munching
a nice juicy apple.
She had just enough time
for a sweet and long sunset.
As she got into the ancient
de Havilland Tiger Moth.
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Val‘s Scavenger Hunt – second prompt
Use the following words in a poetry form of your choice: apple(s), sunset, tiger, hammer.
it is spewing out
black and blackest molten rock
violent, terrifying
ash is all around
flint, smoke, exhaust, fog, it’s erupting
raining down lava
it’s Madame Pele
she’s the goddess of fire
and she’s on the move
tangerine colours
from head to toe, amazing
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N.B. – In Hawaiian religion, Pele is the goddess of volcanoes and fire and the creator of the Hawaiian Islands.
Image credit: James Lee @Unsplash
This image shows Hawaii Volcano National Park, Hawaii, USA, The volcano Kilauea is spewing lava high into the air, and white smoke is seen emitting from the fiery lava.
Written in response to Sadje‘s What Do You See #310 photo prompt.
Photo Prompt © Roger Bultot
It was the middle of the day and the middle of the week. Always the same, just like clockwork. Only the obvious tasks. She would remove the slightly drooping flowers on the top few steps. She’d already brought some new ones to freshen it up.
She looked up to the tall windows and beyond, she said a little prayer, closing her eyes.
But then it happened, and so quickly.
She walked back, slipped and tripped.
Her beautiful blooms were held up.
But, oh dear.
Her bloomers were on show, just as the old rabbi appeared.
What a confusion…
Oops, indeed.
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Thanks to Rochelle for hosting Friday Fictioneers
Genre: Anectdote
Word Count: 100
my biggest trees
little leaves and buds
are all around the old oak
it’s spring in the air
birds and squirrels jump for joy
and so much new life begins
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Val‘s Scavenger Hunt – first prompt
Write a poem inspired by leaves (dying ones or newly emerged).
For bonus points use a Tanka to express your feelings about the leaves.
‘Well, that when down like a lead balloon – a total flop… even some heckling, but that’s life,’ as the red-headed writer (aka la Raconteuse) shrugged her shoulders, ‘no point in whimpering,’ as she muttered while jumping down from the stage.
‘Too radical,’ she thought, as she made her way to the bar, at least there’s a cabaret on next, and the tall, thin man altered the lights and turned up the volume; as La Raconteuse watched him go across the room and beckoned several people, including herself.
La Raconteuse leaned over to grab her big bag while still watching what was occurring; she’d already filled her pretty water flask which had animals around the outside, as she took a swig; she was in a quandary, should she reveal who wrote that note since that person was here?
La Raconteuse met the Gatekeeper just before entering the Manager’s Office, they stood for a moment as he showed her a new logo on his smartphone; ‘oh that’s perfect,’ she said, ‘we can definitely use that in the Six-Sentence-Café-and-Bistro, just love it,’ as she grinned up to him.
However, she’d a little chill in her bones: the seasons were changing – fall in the northern hemisphere and spring in the south – maybe she’ll go somewhere… and maybe soon.
She looked around, should she reveal, or should she let it lie for the moment waiting to see more, as all of them crammed into that Manager’s Office, as the tall, thin man closed the door.
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Di of Pensitivity 101 – Wednesday’s Three Things Challenge: SHRUG, WHIMPER, CLOSE
Denise Farley of GirlieOnTheEdge
Sunday’s Six Sentence Story Word Prompt: FILL
More #SixSentenceStories
a jagged edge, it’s blurring, it’s dark and so cold
tears are dropping across her face, a hand waves
a blunt object appears, it’s unearthing but what?
suddenly something shatters and scatters across the room
she’s moaning, she’s scared, hardly surprising
the hand appears again
what is it doing?
but it’s gone
wake up
BANG
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Image credit: Katie Mukhina @Unsplash
This image shows the shadow of an arm and hand cast on a wall. The outline of the shadow are a bit blurry.
Written in response to Sadje‘s What Do You See #309 photo prompt.
Photo Prompt © Dale Rogerson
A fascinating building, so tall and slick, and some interesting jutting parts. Most peculiar, but in a good way. Fast escalators and faster lifts, let’s not bother with those stairs – that’s too much time and time is money.
Staring at the window, so clear and sparkly, how would that work, she wondered?
It was her first day to work there, as she sat down in her cubicle.
She had many tasks to do, working flat out for more than two hours. Then a voice appeared, ‘you might like to join us by the window.’
And, of course, that’s history now.
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Thanks to Rochelle for hosting Friday Fictioneers
Genre: Historical Fiction
Word Count: 100
a tiny frog is hiding in my lovely arum lilies
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spring leaps up
it’s a glorious time
when bees hum
nectar blooms
while arum lilies
just whisper
fearless day
as a tiny frog
burrows in
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Basho style haiku
Written in response to this week’s Tanka Challenge hosted by Selma
The red-headed writer (aka la Raconteuse) grinned for a moment, as she stepped up to the microphone, ‘Okay, can you all hear me?’ while she tilted the microphone a little higher, ‘ah, that’s better, now you can hear me, I’m sure,’ she was also talking rather loudly too.
La Raconteuse looked around as the tall, thin man had dimmed the lights, leaving only the spotlight on her; she smiled happily while scanning the room, with a quick wink for several people, ‘such a perfect place to do this,’ she beamed, ‘since this is the Six-Sentence-Café-and-Bistro.’
She continued, ‘but please don’t worry, I’m not going to sing… certainly not – who did you think I was..? but I had a thought, don’t think this is a goofy idea, nor something laughable, you see it occurred to me, some of us (and that includes me) we’re quite literary writers – are we thinking thoughts already?’
La Raconteuse looked around ones more, while she pulled out a couple of pages from her jacket pocket and her glasses.
Meanwhile a few people began to talk around their tables, including several of the Proprietors.
Before the animated conversations continued anymore, la Raconteuse started to talk again from her spotlight, where she was waving her notes – ‘my time just now,’ as she grinned, ‘I have a new poem, and I have written this only yesterday, there’s no sobbing with this, it’s a little ditty, and I will tear each section as I read them – well, why not?’
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Di of Pensitivity 101 – Wednesday’s Three Things Challenge: GOOFY, ANIMATED, LAUGHABLE
Denise Farley of GirlieOnTheEdge
Sunday’s Six Sentence Story Word Prompt: TEAR
More #SixSentenceStories
my dancing days
were delightful
I’d shimmy and shake
boogie down
and dance the night away
there was hip hop
salsa, samba and rumba
what a wonderful time it was
my dancing days are over
but I reminisce often
you see I was
that dancing queen
back then
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Image credit: Marcel StrauB @Unsplash
This image shows a dance floor lit by strobe lights, and many people can be seen on the dance floor.
Written in response to Sadje‘s What Do You See #308 photo prompt.
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