The writer hummed a melancholy tune. She was losing her words, and she didn’t know why. She dreamed in full colour, but every time she woke another word had disappeared. She needed the words. They’re what bound the dreams to paper.
So she went to the place where she knew they slept. The book was old and tattered, but its words were as eager as ever to spring from the page.
She cast her net wide and far. She would catch all the words she could, and this time she wouldn’t let go.
(Written for Tale Weaver #125: of the writerly persuasion 22.06.17)
The void called to him. He’d been afraid of it at first, of its endlessness, its utter blackness. And yet he had never been whole on this earth. He was always searching, searching. Somewhere in this abyss was the last piece of him. He fell into its embrace and became complete.
(Image credit: Axcy @ Deviantart)
Written for Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie: Photo Challenge #170
Delighted to have a haiku published in the June 2017 issue of Stardust Haiku.
This month’s theme was “anything that makes a sound”. I wrote about hail falling on an old junkyard.
You can download the issue for free here.
I watch the last shimmers of sunlight as the longest day of the year ends. There is still magic in the air, hot and lively, but it is cooling. As darkness consumes the heat, lights appear in the sky – emerald, fiery rose, and amber
fading like fireflies
in the night
Written for Heeding Haiku With Chèvrefeuille, June 21st 2017 summer solstice
the sweet taste
of a hundred thousand songs
dancing on his lips
Written for Carpe Diem’s Theme Week: The Songs Of Milarepa (1) Introduction
drifting through tear-stained grass
spring’s sweet breeze
Written for Carpe Diem Time Travel #2 The Tale of Genji
Humbled to be voted second place in this week’s Six Word Story Challenge – that makes two weeks in a row!
This week’s prompt was Parley. I submitted this entry:
“I played the tapes. He surrendered.”
Thanks to everyone who voted for me 🙂
The sun set on his dreams. Wisps of fog wandered in, blanketing the landscape until he could see them no more. They were lost in twilight.
He forgot what they looked like. He forgot their magic. He began to wonder if they had been there at all.
He slept among the mists until the moon rose. When its silver light fell, glints of dreams appeared below him. The mist became a sea of silent twinkles, and he saw his dreams once more.
(Image courtesy of Sue Vincent’s Daily Echo)
Written for Sue’s Writephoto prompt: Twilight
Delighted to have six of my haiku published in Carpe Diem Haiku Kai’s new ebook Furu Ike Ya. Five of these haiku are new and have never been published before.
The ebook is inspired by Matsuo Basho’s famous pond/frog poem, the beginning line of which is furu ike ya, and contains exclusively frog haiku and tanka.
There are haiku by both classical and modern haiku poets. Mine are on page 25.
You can read or download the book for free here.
I long to be a jellyfish, with no bones to hold my stories in
I long to feel the ocean’s cool, without fearing the wrath its waves may bring
One day my light will glow so bright the darkness will flee, cowering
(Image credit: Joel Filipe via Unsplash)
Written for Three Line Tales, Week 72