‘Miniatures’ by Bill Engleson

I’m very pleased to bring you another entry for this month’s mini writing competition before tonight’s deadline and I’d like to welcome Bill Engleson with his atmospheric poem, ‘Miniatures’.  Hear, hear to the ‘smaller moments’, that tend to get lost in the mix.

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denmaniacs4 says:

Miniatures

I have loved the smaller moments,
the times so quick in their passing,
that memory seems to barely recall;
Yet there is a sense of importance,
a taste in the mind of sweet seconds,
like slightly tilted miniatures
resting peacefully, half asleep,
on a dusty mantle of the mind’s heart.

On this evening, naked in my room,
awaiting a lover who may not arrive,
the miniatures twirl in drowsy dance,
with a little help from the radio’s Strauss.
The taste of chocolate
and salt-sour yogurt and strawberries
supply the flavours of this night.
I covet, like a jealous child his toys,
the smaller moments I have loved.

(c) Bill Engleson

‘In the blink of an eye’ by Jan Strickland

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I am happy to share another entry for this month’s mini writing competition on the theme of ‘Memories’ from regular contributor, Jan Strickland, with a nostalgic trip down memory lane.  Thanks Jan and don’t forget that if you would like to join in, there are still 6 days left to contribute an entry for November.

MEMORIES

IN THE BLINK OF AN EYE

I sit, saddened by the passing of time

but strangely not alone, not lonely

My life’s been a wonderful kaleidoscope of rhyme –

a positive life, not a question of ‘if only’

 

School days

Nativity plays

Pet hates

First dates

Holidays, jolly days of fun and laughter by the sea

Intimate meals with special people

All these are happy memories for me

 

I sit content in my special chair

and count my blessings, for I see

a lot of people within whose care

I am so very lucky to be

 

My family all grown up now

with lives and loves of their own to see

My clock ticks on, the grandchildren gather

“Tell us a story Nana”, they jump on my knee

 

So forget rheumatics, the odd aches and pains

The brain shutter clicks open to shower the wains

with memories of long ago, the funnier the better

Of their Mum or Dad, they want to know

Of the naughty deeds so long ago

 

And so I remember every small detail

to pass on to the children for this is their history

Part of their being is wrapped in my memory

Its life I am telling and not just a fairy tale.

 

(c) Jan Strickland

 

 

 

‘In the fields of the flat lands’ by Jane Dougherty

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On this special day I am very pleased to be able to share with you Jane’s beautiful and very poignant poem.  Such a tragic waste of human life – we will never forget and thank you for making the biggest sacrifice of all.

New Writing Prompt For November….

Thank you to lassfromlancashire who has provided this month’s writing prompt of ‘Memories’.

I am now pleased to invite you to submit a piece of flash fiction (under 500 words) or poetry on ‘Memories’ and hope to see some thought-provoking pieces come in over the course of the month.

The closing date for submissions will be the 24th of the month as usual, and you will be able to vote for your favourite between then and the end of the month, with the winner setting the writing prompt for December.

Good luck to all who enter :).

New Writing Prompt For October….

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Thank you to AC Elliot who, as last month’s winner, has come up with this month’s writing prompt.  Given the time of year he has suggested ‘Halloween Night‘.  (I know, October already – yikes!)

As such, I invite you to submit a piece of flash fiction (under 500 words) or poetry on ‘Halloween Night’ and look forward to reading some spooky entries over the course of the month (lucky I’m not too easily scared 😉 )

The closing date for submissions will be the 24th of the month as usual, and you will be able to vote for your favourite between then and the end of the month, with the winner setting the writing prompt for November.

Good luck to all who (dare to) enter :).

 

‘A Force of Nature’ by elizfrat

With one day to go before the deadline, I thought I would squeeze in one of my poems to fit in with the prompt of The Day of The Storm.  This is based on a tree in the garden of one of my old houses – I was always very nervous when it was windy, but then it had been standing for over a hundred years so I’m sure there was nothing to worry about……

tree near house

A FORCE OF NATURE

The large sentry creaks,

battered by gale;

its branches twisting

and folding in on themselves.

As if to protect the trunk –

its heart.

 

A symphony whistles through

early evening air

as leaves dance and spar

and let the wind pass through.

Their music all but drowned out by

the relentless breath of wind.

 

I watch as ground around me

is ripped up;

a cacophony of noise and destruction.

Empty plastic bags ride the gusts,

refuse spills,

and garden debris stings my eyes.

 

I catch a movement

out the corner of my eye

and note a light in

neighbouring house.

Without communication

I still sense their trepidation;

 

their nervous watchfulness

as tree sways

ominously towards

their rooftop.

Then retreats.

 

Then repeats;

Advances and retreats,

Advances and retreats.

 

The majestic oak

becomes a threat.

And I catch my breath

 

And wait

And watch

And hope

That the wind will die down soon.

 

(c) Elizabeth Frattaroli

‘The Day of The Storm’ by Jan Strickland

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Please welcome back Jan with her entry for this month’s writing prompt of ‘The Day of The Storm’, which I hope you will enjoy.  I don’t know about you, but I kind of want to know what happens next as it ends on a bit of a cliffhanger (literally) and against all odds I would like a happy ending, even though it doesn’t look good…

There is still just under a week to get your entries in for this month – do you fancy having a go?….. 🙂

The Day of the Storm

It had to be raining, of course it did! It matched her mood. Why couldn’t she run away when the sun was shining; when it was warm, and she could wear her bright summer clothes? But no, the rain wasn’t taking it’s time to come down, ‘coming down in stair rods’ her mother would have said.

Her mother.

Suddenly she was overcome by emotion. Her dear, sweet mother. Gone now, her place being taken by that harridan, her father’s new wife. Genevieve was her name, but ‘Bitch’ worked just as well.

As though to match her mood, lightening flashed across the sky. Her instinct was to dive for cover, but she remembered her mother’s words, “never stand under trees in a storm”.  So she walked on, drenched through, lonely; her hair hanging lank and smooth against her head; her clothes in soaked folds clinging to her legs, which grew heavier with every step she took.

Should she return? Return to the misery, the work, the lack of love? Or should she soldier on? Perhaps to the town? Perhaps find a job?

The rain was relentless. The sky darkened. The river was fast flowing….

She felt herself fall, nothing to clutch hold of….

“Mother help me”, she cried, her words lost in the wind.

© Jan Strickland

‘The Day of The Storm’ by lassfromlancashire

newborn baby 

I’m pleased to bring you the first entry into this month’s mini competition, courtesy of lassfromlancashire, with her very atmospheric poem.  I think the linking of the physical storm and the storm of giving birth works really well and I hope you also enjoy the piece.

The Day of the Storm

Morning, but the sky is darkening
Heavy clouds pregnant with rain.
I start at the sound of distant thunder
Blink as lightening flashes across the window.
Storm coming.
The first contraction hits with the first drops of rain,
Large heavy blobs of water,
Then a sudden gush as the waters break
And a desperate dash to the hospital
Dripping and panting,
Trailing muddy water along aseptic corridors
Contractions coming at ever closer intervals
Trying to recall the breathing techniques I learnt.
Midwife leans in to reassure me.
Thunder crashes, lightening flashes
“Can I push?”
“Not yet, dear.”
I gasp and groan
The lights go out.
Thunder crashes, lightening flashes
Have I been struck blind?
The emergency lights come on.
And you are born into a surreal world
Of dim lights and sudden flashes.
And we name you Thora
After the thunder god.

© Esme

New Writing Prompt For August….

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I have now spoken to our joint winners for last month, Jane and Jan, who have suggested that I set the prompt on this occasion.  As such, I invite you to submit a piece of flash fiction (under 500 words) or poetry on ‘The Day of The Storm’.

Freedom of interpretation is, as always, in your hands; by no means does it have to be a literal storm, but instead it could be a sense of mood or a dramatic event – I’ll leave it open.

I hope that some of you will again be able to take part and I will look forward to reading your entries.

The closing date for submissions will be the 24th of the month as usual, and you will be able to vote for your favourite between then and the end of the month, with the winner setting the writing prompt for September.

Good luck to all who enter.

 

New Writing Prompt For July – Word Inclusion

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Kate Loveton, the winner of last month’s mini writing competition, has now set the writing prompt for this month’s competition.  As such she has set the challenge of writing either a piece of flash fiction (up to 500 words) or poetry utilising either all, or at least three, of the words/phrases below:

photograph; special summer; heart; dachshund; pearl necklace

I would therefore invite you to post any entries in the usual way, i.e. directly in to the comments boxes on the designated July Monthly Mini Competition page.

The last entry date for this month is the 24th as usual, albeit I realise that this will be a bit tighter than previous months given the extended voting for last month – there’s a challenge for you! 🙂 People will subsequently have between then and the end of the month to vote for their favourite.  The next competition will start at the beginning of August, with the winner setting the writing prompt for next month.

Good luck to everyone who would like to take part (and I hope you can write quickly!)  😉