Writing prompt Feb 22

A late entry for this one.  I've been reading more than writing and that needs to be addressed!

The hoop

The net hanging high,
All hopes waiting there. Just breathe.
Hear the cheers and leap.

Writing prompt February 15th

Time for another weekly challenge.

Your reflection there
Watching, waiting approval
I see you tarnished.

Creative writing prompt Feb 8th

Beauty tanka

Don't touch she warned but
I couldn't resist and so
my fingers slid past
and touched. As my skin shrivelled
she fell silent and left me.

Creative writing prompt Feb 1st

New competition for a new month.  Time to get thinking.  I'm really enjoying the challenge  of these weekly writing prompts.  It's good to get ideas down quickly and see where they lead to.

The light came upon him unexpectedly.  He stopped painting and remembered he should have gone to confession.  The light somehow commanded him to speak so with a grimace at the wall with its tired surface still exposed, he began.  Gesticulating, tired arms outstretched, he tried to explain.  His heart ached with the honesty that poured from him.  Tears fell although they had no right to after all this time passed.  The light didn't change, there was no flicker, no shift in the shadows cast, no choir, no incense.  Perhaps it was all too late.  He went back to the wall and continued painting.

Creative writing prompt January 25th

Time for another run at creativity...

Wake me up when I'm famous she'd never heard him say, although he'd claimed at the party that it was his catch phrase.  Wake me up, now that bit was familiar.  He had never owned an alarm clock he'd said the night before the morning after.  She imagined him being late for work in a few hours as she left under cover of darkness for the bus stop and saw a fox watching her from the hedge.  Perhaps he would invest in an alarm clock now.

Creative writing prompt December 7th

Now I'm trying to discipline myself to write everyday, these little opportunities are invaluable.  It's hard getting back into good habits but definitely worth it.

Playing with form.


I ache for the sun
and sky sighs the tree within,
Lost now forever.
Caught behind the cello strings,
A moment of the blackbird
darkly singing still remains.