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
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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
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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.
Photo Prompt © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
She’d been humming in an off-key, as she dusted in the music room, moving things around a bit, but not too much. ‘Well, a job is just a job,’ she muttered to herself, as she decided to listen to the radio.
The music was rather bland, strange that it was tuned to that particular station. ‘What nonsense,’ she mumbled, while tuning further.
‘Ah that’s a bit better,’ as she started to hum again.
Her dusting became more vigorous and more animated.
The music felt almost alive.
Suddenly she grabbed the nearest guitar, and she shouted, ‘I’m going to boogie down!’
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Thanks to Rochelle for hosting Friday Fictioneers
Genre: Historical Fiction
Word Count: 100
this is my pond just at the moment, there are several tiny frogs around up there
the pond is alive
small frogs are making merry
with some willow fluff
spring dawn is the day
young grasses wave to them
frogs are on the move
they begin to climb
staring at the bright blue sky
they’ll take to the trees
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Written in response to this week’s Tanka Challenge hosted by Yvette M. Calleiro
The red-headed writer (aka la Raconteuse) had been peering on her cell phone – not ideal, but there it was, she was a keen follower off football – in particularly for the Liverpool F.C., and at the moment, they were winning yet again, just a couple of seconds to go, her app said ‘GOAL’, and then ‘GAME OVER’; she grinned to herself, as she put her cell phone back in her pocket, and then she looked around.
She was back in her booth in the Six-Sentence-Café-and-Bistro as so often she would, and things were moving in the right direction; so many choices she had, particularly since she’d eventually found out who had dropped that little note in her laptop.
She’d been still thinking about that, but now in a good way – no unwanted thoughts, such a pleasing time this evening.
She continued to smile as she read and replied on her laptop using that WordPress, it was pretty useful, apart from that niggle with that spam thing; she pulled a face, but what could she do? – as she continued to surf around.
She mused happily, there were no trashy poems or short stories in this place, even though sometimes they could be quite sad or scary, but neither was a problem; and of course, there were many other attractions in that bar and in the café.
It was time to walk into the limelight, as la Raconteuse, with a little help from the tall, thin man, she stepped up to the stage.
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Di of Pensitivity 101 – Wednesday’s Three Things Challenge: TRASHY, FOLLOWER, UNWANTED
Denise Farley of GirlieOnTheEdge
Sunday’s Six Sentence Story Word Prompt: CHOICE
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