Friday, January 30, 2015

Wings of change

For Sunday Scribblings 2 where our prompt is Wings

He changed. Not by a little, the change was dramatic. We’d watched him, sloth like, as he moved slowly from place to place seemingly unaware of the world around him. His dull grey appearance blending into his surroundings, you hardly have noticed him.

Then he disappeared for a while. We don't know where he went. But when he returned he'd changed beyond all recognition. He shed his coat of grey, and instead of skulking in the shadows, he basked in the warmth of the sun. You couldn’t help but notice him as he outshone everything around him.

Then with a stroke of his multicoloured wings he rose into the sky and danced among the sunbeams. The change was complete.

Wednesday, January 28, 2015

Alone at last

Written for Three Word Wednesday where this weeks words are Powerful, Cold, Depraved


        Deep in the woods she runs between trees, jumps ditched and clambers up slopes, her tear drenched face ashen with fear. Images of the depraved creature that once held her captive flash and flicker in her muddled head. She’s cold, it’s so cold. But she’s alone, alone at last.

        It’s dark, no moon tonight just charcoal clouds seemingly flying fast-forward above her head. She’s dizzy and trembling and tripping and lurching, but mercifully getting further and further away from the place in which she was imprisoned for as long as her messed up mind can recall.
She stops. She holds her breath for a couple of seconds, listening for any sounds that might warn her of his pursuit. Her heart almost stops when a crack of branch and the flapping of wings break the eerie silence. But she must keep going, please let me keep going, he’s strong, far stronger than me. Powerful too not just in body but in ugly resolve.

       But she outwitted him. Just once, but once was enough because now she’s alone, alone at last.

       For a brief moment she allows happy thoughts to flood her head, but they suddenly spill out as she trips and tumbles and splashes into a pool of mud. She lays there trying to catch her breath. But she can’t. She tries her best. She gasps, and thumps her chest desperately trying to fill her aching lungs. But to no avail.Gradually the shaking ceases, the tears stop flowing and a sense of calm envelopes her. A hint of a smile appears on her lips.

       Alone, alone at last whispers the breeze.

Picture: by Lost Knight at deviantART

Monday, January 26, 2015

Written for Magpie Tales with apologies or carving the photo up!

When our lives end
we simply die.

But a caterpillar
becomes a butterfly


Saturday, January 24, 2015

busy busy busy!

What a busy week it’s been!

Sunday, watched television, did some dusting
Monday, wrote a poem, watched television
Tuesday, watched television and drank wine
Wednesday, went food shopping, watched television
Thursday, fell asleep while watching television
Friday was an excellent television day
Today? I think I’ll watch television

I lead such an interesting life!

Friday, January 23, 2015

I'd love to write some poems....

It's Poetry Jam time!

I’d love to write some poems
Poems of my own
Ones which people want to read
So I’ll become well known.

I sit and stare into my screen
The words just fail to flow
I scratch my head and bite my nails
My poem just won’t grow.

The other day a line appeared
inside my fuzzy head.
But could I find some words to rhyme?
I wrote some prose instead.

If they can do it why can’t I?
It’s not for want of trying.
My friends can do it, it’s not fair
 Sometimes I feel like crying.

So let’s have a practice
find some words wot rhyme.
My thinking cap's perched on my head
They are bound to come in time.

Let's think....

Bard, card, lard, yard, jarred?
Plop, hop, drop, cop, mop
Kite, white, fight, might, plight
Stop, crop, lop, bop, flop.

That didn’t help, at least I tried
I don’t know what to do.
But wait a minute something stirred!
A feeling that’s quite new.

Here goes!
‘He gazed into her longing eyes
And saw inside her mind.
He gazed at her and realised
that he...he ....he.....’

Oh poo!

I guess I’ll never make the grade
I’ll never be a bard.
Poetry is not my thing
It’s far too bloody hard!

Thursday, January 22, 2015


For this week's  3 Word Wednesday where the prompts are amicable, friolous and unrefined. Also for Sunday Scribblings 2 where the theme is 'Lost in her own thoughts'

I know not what happened. Last time we wandered along the shore she was skipping, running, jumping. The laughter we shared still rings in my ears. Usually she is frivolous, seeming never to have a serious thought in her head. And unrefined at times too, but those unexpected bursts are what make her endearing, funny, even more amicable. Today the beach is the same, the sea is the same. Only she is different.

She sits and stares 
unfocused eyes swimming to the horizon 
gazing into infinity

No sign of tears 
her expressionless face an empty canvas 
a sea of pallor 

I look into her eyes 
I see nothing but a swirling mist of grey 
that sparkle gone 

I try to ask her why 
a cloud of despair envelopes her 
she hears me not 

But I will wait 
I’ll stay by her side for as long as it takes 
for her to return 

But for now 
she inhabits a sorrowful place of her own 

I know not where 

Picture by  BLOoDyPaRaDiZe at deviantART