Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “abash/a bash/bash.” Use “abash,” or “bash” as a noun or a verb. Bonus points if you manage all three. Have fun!
Much Abashed about a Bash
Helena was much abashed when she arrived at the party wearing the same frock she’d worn just weeks ago. But with the servants gone, what else was she to do? She’d thought to take a bash at dressing herself for the evening gala and felt she’s done fairly well. Her gown was not new, but she’s done her hair up in a fashionable twist with tiny ringlets falling to her shoulders. The hair style was simple with her naturally curly hair and she’d further adorned it with her mother’s silver combs. The double strand of pearls around her neck had also belonged to her mother. Helena fondled them for a moment in quiet contemplation. Oh how could her parents have had the bad taste to be murdered and left her all alone. There was nothing for it, this party was her meal ticket. Many favors were owed her family and she intended to collect. Plus, it was the poshest bash of the season and the food was bound to be good. Helena’s tummy rumbled silently as she stepped across the threshold and presented her invitation.
There was no way across the yard except the clothesline. Froggie shimmied up the pole and carefully grasping the line, inch by inch he crept. Stealthily he made his way across.
Until suddenly, wham, he bumped his head. “Hey! What are you doing here?” Frog asked the Plushie Panther who was crossing the same line, heading in the opposite direction. “Move out of my way!” Froggie yelled.Continue reading “Inch by Inch – A Plushie Tale”→
For dverse poets this week’s prompt: blame and forgiveness. Either one. Or both. There are no other constraints.
You messed up, bad and now you’re sorry I get that, and I forgave you a long time ago not for your sake, but for mine your being sorry and my forgiving you doesn’t change what you did it doesn’t change the way I see you now the way I feel about you now or what I think of you nowContinue reading “Away”→
Long ago, there was a land both fair and green and the people there were happy as they worked to build their dream neighbors came from far and near their fortunes there to find and were welcomed to the new world by people generous and kindContinue reading “The Wall”→
Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “yawn.” Write about the first thing that comes to mind when you think of the word “yawn,” when you sit down to write your post. Enjoy!
Yawn. Yawn, stretch, yawn. Slap cheezits out of alarm clock when it revives from it’s snooze. Sit up on the edge of the bed, stretch waaaaay up high, yawn. Think about pulling covers over head, yawn. Sniff, sniff, ummmmmm, coffee brewing. Cast off covers and shuffle into the kitchen. Perfectly brewed cup of morning magic is thrust into my eager hands. I lift the cup to my face and inhale deeply, ahhhhh. Java, nectar of the gods. I take that first sip and feel the warmth begin to thaw my sleep frozen brain. The second sip starts the heart pumping, within a few minutes I’m ready to hit the yoga mat. Standing in tadasana, I stretch up, up, up and … yawn.
Another example of Found Poetry is poetry you find in unexpected places. The following is from the quay along the Queenstown docks, bits of engraved brass worked into the stone. The words are from the travel journal of one of the early explorers of Queenstown, NZ and they ramble along the wall in a ribbon of poetry. I have condensed three panels into this picture. For the purposes of this exercise, I’m making a new poem out of them by deconstructing. All words of the new poem are contained in the original script but may be out of order.Continue reading “Found Poetry February day 4 – Spring Sky – deconstructed poem”→