Guess who! or: Little hands

A limerick She, giggling, covered Granny's eyes. "Guess who! Guess who! Surprise, surprise!" Granny gave a teensy jump; "Hmmm... Little hands... President Trump?" How both whooped with mirth undisguised! ‘What do you see’ Prompt #141 For Sadje’s weekly #WDYS prompt, she offered the photo below as inspiration for writers to produce art. Image credit:Andrea Piacquad @… Continue reading Guess who! or: Little hands

She smiled tenderly

"Honey, you could use some witchcraft, and I could use a light," she twittered flippantly. On cue, an enormous crow landed on her forearm and lit her cigarette. "Fancy one?" she asked, staring the shaken youngster directly in the eyes. Quaking, the teenager backed up towards the door. "Oh… n-n-no th-thank you, Ma'am!" Suddenly, impossibly,… Continue reading She smiled tenderly

Peer pressure, or: I resist

A shadorma peer pressure does not draw me as a subject for verse; but my poet community's writing about it I resist the great temptation to compose in free verse like fellow bards just to prove how unique I am Shadorma? six-line stanzas (or sestets); each stanza has a syllable count of 3/5/3/3/7/5, for a… Continue reading Peer pressure, or: I resist

Swimming, or Harbored

A limerick Just a babe when the church took him in, Scripture's pages absorbed little Tim. He adored Bible stories but harbored deep worries cuz the "God" concept made his head swim. Twiglet #284 Turning page ‘What do you see’ Prompt #139 For Sadje’s weekly #WDYS prompt, she offered the photo below as inspiration for… Continue reading Swimming, or Harbored

I must go in, or: The fog is rising

A limerick I must go in, for the fog is rising. Though, truth be told, it's unsurprising. Mean plans for Man set in motion, back with skies, stars, beasts, lands, oceans... God shows no great interest in revising. d'Verse poetics: 'Words of Departure' At d'Verse, poets were encouraged to select one of phrase from the… Continue reading I must go in, or: The fog is rising

For sale, or: For sail

A Quadrille I kanot spel but wish I cud cuz pon buying this bote of wud, kleerly, I miss-red the sale sine, thinking the hole thing wud be mine! Now... teknikly, the hole thing IS. As reparemen say in ther biz... "Duh! thats why its leeking!" ‘What do you see’ Prompt #138 For Sadje’s weekly… Continue reading For sale, or: For sail

Mirthful hoots, or: Bobbing heads

A serious limerick Having never before experienced the seas, The tykes feared going in past their knees; Leery of foamy waves, They waded, trying to be brave, T'wards their folks' mirthful hoots in the breeze. A silly limerick Seeing only the adults' bobbing heads, The tykes took their parents for dead; 'Oh, gosh golly!' they… Continue reading Mirthful hoots, or: Bobbing heads

Peering through her Mech-a-Boo

As her classmates departed with zest for their kickball game, Michelle murmured her apology. She wanted to test her new invention. Peering through her Mech-a-Boo, Michelle turned towards the wall of the principal's office... Just as he was kissing his secretary. “Clockwork Eyes” by Mick Ryan This piece of flash fiction was written in response… Continue reading Peering through her Mech-a-Boo