she’s Aquarius
such a beautiful creature
she’s wheeling around
and wearing her magenta
though she often wears silver
she is a kelpie
she’ll dive down and up again
and she’ll breathe Air
she is an inspiration
and she’ll fly up to the moon
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Thanks to Colleen for the inspiration to write syllabic poetry. The challenge this week is to play with colours and write a syllabic poem of your choice featuring your zodiac colour.
I’m Aquarius and my colour is Magenta, plus my element is Air.
That was very, very odd, thought the red-headed writer (aka la Raconteuse), she was sure that she had written a small piece about the Stream-of-Consciousness, but there’s nothing on her laptop – but how could it be? – more than odd, but she decided to do something different today, she would go to one of the markets not far from here.
But before anything else she would have to put her two bin bags out, as she mused as she lugged down those many stairs, maybe she could reform herself a little bit: for example, she could lay off some of that coffee and chocolate, and even that lovely wine, but not quite yet, as she grinned to herself.
All that finished, she strided off to decide where she was going, since she knew some of the best places to go now, as she looked around in that neighbourhood.
She passed the wedding shop – not for her she knew, as she crossed the street and then walked around the corner; where there seemed to be a celebration, and then she clicked, it was the Cinco de Mayo.
She continued over a couple of streets before finding herself in the particularly good market – with lots of art, crafts, vinyl, gorgeous vintage clothes, and all kinds of bric-a-brac stuff, but what to buy, she thought; but then she couldn’t decide.
There were several food emporiums around, and all looking very nice, but as usual she decided to go over to the Six-Sentence-Café-and-Bistro for lunch.
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p.s.
So that’s where it when! Who knew? That red-headed writer was very confused. But, at least she’d found it. So that’s alright. That Stream of Consciousness, hmm, it was very strange.
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Di of Pensitivity 101 – Wednesday’s Three Things Challenge: WEDDING, CELEBRATION, REFORM
Denise Farley of GirlieOnTheEdge
Sunday’s Six Sentence Story Word Prompt: MARKET
More #SixSentenceStories
You are kidding me?
Yup, that’s right,
But you’re dense!
Sorry, but you are!
I’m not very happy about that!
But, I was only saying,
I mean, I don’t want to be rude,
But, well, you’re thick,
Well at least a bit.
Still, I’m thin, not fat and wide like you.
Hmm, I’m thinking about that.
It’s all in our heads though isn’t it?
Well, I suppose so?
And we’re still friends aren’t we?
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Image credit: Miguel Luis @Unsplash
For the visually challenged reader, this image shows a neon sign in bright green lit letters, saying; “it’s all in your head”.
Written in response to Sadje‘s What Do You See #287 photo prompt.
Di of Pensitivity 101 – Monday’s Three Things Challenge: THICK, DENSE, WIDE
© Ayr/Gray
Sewing?
Not my forte,
definitely not.
I can’t darn
I can’t knit
I certainly can’t crochet.
What can I do?
Well, I can turn up my jeans
as I’m rather short.
You see, I’m a writer
…and so
it doesn’t matter what I wear!
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Posted for The Unicorn Challenge, a magical challenge hosted by Jenne Gray and C E Ayr, where they provide a photo and we, in turn, provide up to 250 words.
(44 words)
This man… who is he?
I’ve never seen him before.
He’s wearing a trench coat
even though it’s very warm
is he a spy?
He’s wearing a hat
not a cap
not a bonnet
not a boater
It’s a trilby, and it’s pulled down
he is definitely a spy!
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Image credit: Maksym Mazur @Unsplash
For the visually challenged reader, this image shows a shadow of a person, wearing a hat. The shadow is cast on a bed of green grass and 2 dandelions are growing in the patch of grass where the eyes of that silhouette would be!
Written in response to Sadje‘s What Do You See #286 photo prompt.
© Ayr/Gray
Great Aunt Margot had her old car outside.
‘We know what this is,’ said the two boys in unison. ‘It’s a 2CV, isn’t it?’
‘That’s right, and you can hop in,’ she grinned. ‘We are going to the coast. It isn’t too far,
I’ve got a big basket here in the front, and you too can sit in the back.’
It was a beautiful day and quite soon they could see the sea.
Great Aunt Margot parked the car. She handed the big basket. ‘You can carry it between you.’ She strode ahead, with one hand holding a large parasol and the other with a big and pretty rug.
Soon much munching went on.
‘Now, off you go,’ said Great Aunt Margot. ‘I’ll have a little nap,’ she smiled. ‘You can go all round here – the sand, the rock pools and even the very tall palm trees.’
After about an hour, the two boys caught up with Great Aunt Margot.
‘Enjoying yourselves?’
They both grinned.
‘I’m going over to the little market just over there,’ she pointed. ‘I will still be able to see you.’
Later, Great Aunt Margot was still chattering in the car park. While the two boys were running around the tall, tall palm trees.
They kept looking at them.
‘I’m sure those trees are getting closer to us, don’t you think?’
‘Weird, isn’t it?’
They were still talking about those trees. And then Great Aunt Margot said: ‘don’t worry, they often move,’ as she winked.
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Posted for The Unicorn Challenge, a magical challenge hosted by Jenne Gray and C E Ayr, where they provide a photo and we, in turn, provide up to 250 words.
(250 words)
Squirrels, an Acrostic Nonet Poem
Squirrel, are you in that drey over there?
Quite a place I imagine, is that right
Under and hiding in that palm tree
I definitely think I can see you
Room for many of them
Run out now, go on
Every one join in
Link up together
Scurrying
Written in response to this week’s Tanka Challenge hosted by Willow. She has asked us to think about what is happening underground. Seeds and bulbs are waking up, while roots are looking for nourishment and reaching out looking for communication and news. Little creatures and insects are all on the move.
PS – I hope I’ve got away with this. These squirrels are not quite underground, although they are under and hiding in our palm tree.
The red-headed writer (aka la Raconteuse) had been a bit rattled in the deep night yesterday; she had almost lost the plot as she had continued to write furiously on her laptop, but at least this morning she was feeling much better, particularly since she had been fortified with her breakfast in the Six-Sentence-Café-and-Bistro just now.
She was very keen to show this to Deborah, but la Raconteuse still needed to read back again, since she wanted to make sure what she had written was as good as she could; she knew that the lovely librarian would be perfectly happy to be callous as she explained how it could be better – otherwise, what would be the point?
A final read would be all she’d need, so she settled down in her usual booth, while she put her phone to charge on her laptop, as she started to read again.
She picked up her big bag, waved a hand as she left, then almost ran up the three steps, but then she stopped… dead; she stared in the distance, something suddenly had confused her, but then she continued to walk again – everything would be fine.
Soon she had arrived in the excellent library, as she hurried to the counter to where one of the librarians appeared, a young man, she’d asked for Deborah but what a blow; alas, there was no Deborah, there had never been a Deborah, but how can that be?
Did she just make it up… everything… really?
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Di of Pensitivity 101 – Wednesday’s Three Things Challenge: ALAS, CHARGE, CALLOUS
Denise Farley of GirlieOnTheEdge
Sunday’s Six Sentence Story Word Prompt: RATTLE
More #SixSentenceStories
is it art
we think so
it’s in a gallery
the colours are brilliant
russet, amber, cerulean and mauve
excellent! let it mingle and bloom
vibrant, that’s what we want
magnificent, such flare
now, get a picture
we have it
art then
is all
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Image credit: Zach Heiberg @Unsplash
For the visually challenged reader, this image shows a view of a sand hill and green shrubs through a broken window of an old building.
Written in response to Sadje‘s What Do You See #285 photo prompt.
© Ayr/Gray
The two boys had been walking about the town. It was Saturday and it was early May. They moseyed down to the river, where there are lots of small shops and cafes in this part.
‘It seems rather busy here, is there something going on?’
They walked a little further.
‘Look, there’s something strange on one of those tables outside.’
‘What do you think that is?’
‘Hmm, I’m not sure.’
They were getting closer now.
‘Looks like a costume, I wonder who it’s for.’
‘It looks familiar.’
‘Oh, I know what it is, that’s a Spiderman costume.’
‘But who’s supposed to wear it?’
Then a moment later…
‘Look, someone has just appeared from that bar.’
‘Gosh, he’s not wearing much is he?’
The two of them glanced at each other, and then started giggling.
Meanwhile, the guy quickly put his costume on, as he muttered. ‘I just needed a wee, and I’m a bit late too.’ He pointed, ‘you see that large stadium?’
The two boys nodded, ‘we know it.’
The Spiderman stood up properly. ‘It’s not far, and you can come in as guests with me. Maybe I can find something for both of you to wear. You see I’m a cosplayer, and you’ll both enjoy that, I’m sure.’
So the two boys were dressed in various items, and they looked pretty good. They wandered around in this busy and happy place, and what did they see?’
Let’s guess… (apart from a date – 4th May)
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Posted for The Unicorn Challenge, a magical challenge hosted by Jenne Gray and C E Ayr, where they provide a photo and we, in turn, provide up to 250 words.
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