Category Archives: M’s September Prompt
SILVER SOUND OF FAIRIES
I hear the sound of silver lights – Not the gong of gold, nor the clash of copper I hear the sound of silver lights – Not the roar of red, nor the … Continue reading
I’VE NEVER MISSED ELEANOR
Meet my two sisters, Karen and Verna. Me: “I’ve never missed Eleanor.” “Who’s Eleanor?” they asked. Me: “Our sister, Eleanor.” “We have no sister, Eleanor.” “I know. That’s why I have never been bothered by her absence.” ************* Hope you … Continue reading
HOW FLOSSIE BECAME PEPPERED STEAK
Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers, but not before old Flossie, his cow, got into the pepper patch. Flossie nipped and picked and ate the peppers. Ate too many and floundered. Ker-put! Flossie died. Now the vultures will … Continue reading
POUND OR DOLLAR – BOTH PLEASE
Want to start an argument? Say the dollar is better Than the Queen’s pound. Truthfully my British-born husband and I just take as many of both as we can get! We were quite pleasantly surprised back in the ’90’s when … Continue reading
PRIZE EGG
Her suspicions aroused, she asked, “Did you already find the prize egg?” *************** Written for M’s monthly prompt, September 6 “saucy suspicions” 2/https://puttingmyfeetinthedirt.com/2018/09/01/september-writing-prompts-2/
WOODLAND WHITE
Woodland White? Of what can I write? The bird’s underwing as it takes flight? The perky tip of a white-tailed deer? Glistening sun in water so clear? Beautiful masses of skeleton flowers? Or water-smoothed stones stacked in towers? Fluffy clouds … Continue reading
SIDE EFFECT
Food – poisonous past! Now plump, not provocative. Food – only pleasure! ************************ Two for one this time. Ronovan haiku challenge “poison/past” and M’s monthly challenge for Sept. 3 “plump/provocative” https://ronovanwrites.com/2018/09/03/ronovanwrites-weekly-haiku-poetry-prompt-challenge-217-poisonpast/ https://puttingmyfeetinthedirt.com/2018/09/01/september-writing-prompts-2/
SHORT LIFE OF A PRODIGAL
At September sunrise the child was born He took his first breath on a chilly morn. He rested in peace on his mother’s arm Safe with a father to save him from harm. But for seventeen years in rebellion … Continue reading
LOOK AROUND
A TOUCH OF PERFECT IS EASILY FOUND Touch – Shiny Paint and Baby skin Smell – Coffee Perking and Pumpkin Spice Sight – Aurora Lights and Tropical Fish Hearing – Hallelujah Chorus and Patty Cake Taste – Ripe Peach and … Continue reading
Sweet aroma 