1377 - The Offering

 

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The Sunday Whirl presents twelve words for us to use in a creative writing piece.  

 

This week's words are:

Wordle 707

legacy, scars, altar, sky, mercy, burn, mimic, rustle, gleam, gaze, shadows, train

The Offering

He walked deep into the woods,

Where light dapples but furtively,

Where shadows merge darkly

With yet more shadows,

Where the trees gently rustle,

And the sky is but a rumour.

There, in the enfolding of the trees,

A small patch of green moss, an altar

To times, to people or to gods unknown.

Flowers were laid there, still fresh.

By whom?  Who had laid them he wondered.

Were they respecting a legacy?

Were they a request for forgiveness,

A quiet ask for the gift of mercy?

A recompense, perhaps, for scars,

Given or received long ago?

Did a flame still burn here?

He found a flower, knelt

And added it to the offering.

He gazed at it in silence.

Behind him was the gleam

That entered the woods

From the world outside.

He turned and walked towards it—

He had a train to catch.

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1376 - Magic

 

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dVerse - Poet's Pub had the prompt 

"to consider...magical moments of intimacy you’ve experienced."

Magic

Her head on my lap—

I run fingers though her hair.

Both feel the magic.

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1375 - The Canal Dweller

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Elephant's Child presents 5-10 words for us to use some or all in a creative writing piece.  

This week's words are:

Elbows, Imagine, Canal, Heavily, Population, Mocked, Months, Annex, Support, Casino, Pink

The Canal Dweller

He has lived there

For many months now.

Gently bobbing up and down

With the wake of passing boats.

Away from the population 

That thrives on shops,

Sports arenas, and casinos.

His craft is a personal annex

To the more inhabited centres.

Not mocked but not engaged,

He provides his own support

And is the better for it.

There is an inner peace 

to be found on the water.

Another day draws to an end—

The sky is orange and pink,

The birds are heading home.

He rests on his elbows,

Taking it all in, savouring,

And can’t imagine anything better.

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1374 - The Request

 

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The Sunday Whirl presents twelve words for us to use in a creative writing piece.  

 

This week's words are:

underworld, realm, beasts, raze, maps, storytellers, saints, emeralds, hood, voices, serpent, mist

The Request

A traveller, tall, intense,

Wearing a hooded cape,

Stands looking at the vessel.

The ship’s captain waits.

The traveller turns to him and speaks:

Traveller

I wish to go to that land

Recounted by the storytellers.

Will you take me?

Captain

There be dragons Sir,

With eyes flickering like emeralds

And with a thick fiery breath

That can raze whole villages.

Traveller.

I fear no dragon.

Will you take me?

Captain

And serpents, and fierce beasts

Beyond you imagination…

Traveller

I do not expect saints

Nor do I fear devils singing 

With the voices of Ulysses’ sirens.

Will you take me?

Captain

It is realm of mists, of tormented souls,

Beyond the edge of our maps.

An evil and a diabolical place

Worse than the underworld 

Of Hades and Cerberus.

Traveller

So I have been told.

Will you take me?

Captain

No.

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1373 - Drylands

 

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Elephant's Child presents 5-10 words for us to use some or all in a creative writing piece.  

This week's words are:

Beating, Evidence, Remaining, Temperature, Stench, Excessive, Oppressive, Exposure, Dryland, Cover, Pink

Drylands

He stands: still, sombre.

Looking at the landscape

That lies parched and cracked;

Landscape that was once green,

Was once lush, was once supportive.

Now the sun is beating down—

Relentless, oppressive, piercing

His heart, his soul, his land.

The wind carries the stench

Of dead sheep.  His life.

And yet, despite all the exposure

He says there is no evidence,

“Just like the drought of ‘44” he says.

The temperature climbs,

Crows eat his dead sheep.

When there is nothing remaining

Will he change his mind?

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1372 - Idle Thoughts

 

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The Sunday Whirl presents twelve words for us to use in a creative writing piece.  

 

This week's words are:

chain, justify, sloshing, works, clatters, choice, sirens, distant, crows, raw, puzzle, short

Idle Thoughts

"The best cure for insomnia is to get a lot of sleep." -

 W.C. Fields 

It’s 1am.  Wide awake.

Counting a chain of sheep.

Breathe in. Hold. Breathe out.

Warm milk. Walnuts. Chamomile.

Gentle music.  No Wagner.

Wide awake.  Nothing works.

It’s 2am.  Wide awake.

Time, they say, flies

When you are having fun.

I’m not enjoying this.

Idle thoughts are sloshing,

Tumbling, churning.

It’s 3am.  Wide awake.

Distant chimes of the clock.

Sirens in the distance—

Bad morning for someone?

Maybe it’s a birth.  Hope so.

A puzzle to add to the mix.

It’s 4am.  Wide awake.

A magpie practices its chords.

Shouldn’t it be asleep?

Wonder if crows practice?

Probably there is no need to,

Not all that melodic really.

It’s 5am.  Wide awake.

Clatters from the street.

The rubbish trucks passing

Funny choice of a job.

Maybe not a choice.

Short end of life’s stick.

It’s 6am.  Wide awake.

Pondering the universe.

The universe ignores me.

The brain does too. Traitor.

The sun is getting up.

Reluctantly, I do too.

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