Monthly Archives: January 2015

Sunshine’s inevitable disappointment

She loomed on the horizon, a lone figure full of fear. Her body was sharp with loaded weaponry on her bow.

The clouds highlighted her movements, as if they too were closing in on my inevitable fate. Boardshorts for trousers and sunshine for florescent light. I stared to sea wishing summer holidays didn’t have to end.

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Majesty

The sun fades and he stands alone for in silence. Waves lap the shoreline as the same light returns over the horizon accompanied by the bird’s joyous verse.

Rivers flow like thundering chorus lines and thunder highlights the gentle rhythm of rain.

The universe declares your majesty.

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The sun fades and he stands alone for in silence. Waves lap the shoreline as the same light returns over the horizon accompanied by the bird’s joyous verse.

Rivers flow like thundering chorus lines and thunder highlights the gentle rhythm of rain.

The universe declares your majesty.

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Spaghetti necklace love

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He rose from his throne crowned in dandruff and robed in terry towelling. Trying to adjust to first light, their delight competed with consciousness.

“Spaghetti necklace” his daughter yelled, pulling it roughly over his head.

The pasta scratched and their love did little for his tiredness. Regardless, Dad smiled at the offering for the King.

In response to the Five Sentence Fiction prompt:Offering

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Someday reign

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Somedays start with a mix of rain and squeals. Those days are long.

There’ll be unappreciated Lego, inconsistent baking, paint spills and bed sheet cubby houses that they’ll prefer destructing over constructing. There will be tears.

These days are caffeine fuelled and frustration filled. Dad tries hard but I struggle to reign with Sunday rain.

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Fresh

jobs-hairdressers-in-lancasterHis hands lured me in, gently rummaging through the forest on my head.

Then flying blades cut through like low flying jets as roaring clippers cleared all debris. The attack was swift and virtually painless.

“How do you like it?” he asks.

“It’s good” I reply. What else can you say to a fresh haircut?

In respnse to the Five Sentence Fiction prompt: Fresh

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Boardroom to bullets

Pray4ParisThe chair rolled back from the table and he rose to his feet. With the margins filled with sketches and strained eyes from staring at the clock, that meeting couldn’t have finished soon enough.

But from clock to barrel of a gun, he suddenly longed to be gathered around the boardroom table.

Pray for Paris

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Walking with a stranger

canstock0379044She was on my left, between me and the river.

Feeling warmth on my neck but my guilt made me shiver.

Undeserved, she was innocent. It’s just one of those things.

Her eyes are an empty vessel filling with danger.

Holding hands in hope, I walk with a stranger.

Written as part of Morgen’s Online Poetry Writing Group

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In the lonely crowd

computer_stareAfter being on the outside for so long, I never thought community would be so lonely. It was empowering to make the acceptance pledge but that’s where it ended.

Now I sit surrounded by noise, a sole cubicle like a tree in the woods, regretting that very pledge.

“I hate my job”

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MONDAYITUS: What’s at the foot of the problem?

socksRude and intrusive … the alarm was far from welcome.

My shirt scrapped harshly across my back and I began my first to do list for the year. “Buy fabric softener.”

With this attitude my first day back was going to be hard. Soft and welcoming, my outlook changed in an instant; brand new socks.

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