Ronovan Writes Décima Poetry Challenge Prompt No. 29 (FRIGHT) This week, it’s the A rhyme line.

Ronovan chose the word FRIGHT this week.

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You may, if you wish, make some kind of link between the Haiku Challenge prompt of (Bloom and. Wet) and Fright.  They could work well together, depending on how macabre you wanted to get. The HIAKU challenge can be switched out with synonyms.

The two challenges are SEPARATE but CAN BE combined if YOU CHOOSE to do so.


Welcome to the Décima Poetry Challenge. Each week we’ll be attempting a Décima, also known as an Espinela, poem.

If you don’t know how to write a Décima, click HERE to go to a post on How to Write an Espinela or Décima Poem.

I choose to include the Haiku words as well.

Fright Night.

Darkness fell crashing into night.
Making a real fuss heo cried out
You have broken my foot no doubt.
So consienious, Fay the sprite
Working on spells to give a fright.
Her magic powers start to bloom
Under an orange witches moon.
The Vampires dancing in the dew
Gorging of blood to make them new.
Witches cast spells to make you swoon.

mlmm tale weaver 299: letters home

What a touching read at this time of year. Due to the pandemic the veterans will not be marching in London, all the more reason not to forget.

Lorraine's frilly freudian slip

As I write this, my dearest, we await the order to go over the top. Sargent said we should use the time wisely to write to our mothers, wives and sweethearts. So, I take up the pen and think lovingly of you.

I do not know which is worse, at times, the inching forward through the Hun’s firestorm of bullets and grabbing, tearing barbed wire, or sitting here in our muddy home, always damp with nerves taut.

We seem to be forever waiting: for orders, for rations, for ammunition, for the deafening bombs, for choking gas, and oh, more precious of all to us: mail.

To read your thoughts, to faintly catch the smell of your lavender perfume upon the page. It is the lovely image of your face, your raven hair cascading loose, the curve of your breast, soft touch of your hand which keeps me warm on…

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The Argument.

Here is  another old  Halloween  poem  this  time  from  2013. I bring it out every year, it’s one of my favourites, so I make no apologies.

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I know that it is  raining,  I can see that it wet

But you are my familiar,  and not a blooming pet!

I have asked you nicely I have even said please

Now go and get me food or I shall infest you with flees.

Excuse me, Lady  Mistress, this does not seem quite right

Just where in my contract does it say I have to work for you at night!

You have run me ragged every minute of today.

I am tired now and my feathers are wet and here in the warm I need to stay.

Pardon me! my fine feathered friend,pardon me my beauty.

I am not requesting, I am demanding that you do your duty.

I am the one in charge not you , I am a tortured soul Vampire.

You do as I bid and don’t argue. Go, go on, What are waiting for. Wet weather attire?

Well Mistress that would not go amiss for I am not a duck,

And if I get lost  you will miss out and that would be such bad luck.

Be Gone! Get out! and find me fresh blood

And if you play your cards right I shall dip you in the stream on your return to remove the mud.girl_gloom_rain_raven_3512_1280x1024

Scream into  the rain

Glimpsed

Today is Thursday and if Sue Vincent was not fighting her own battle she would of set us her weekly #writephoto.So here is one I wrote back in August 2016.

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The priory on the Rim of Io

The  priory on the Rim of was the last of it’s kind almost forgotten by the rest of creation. …but not quite!

Stay away from the windows she had been told by grandfather and by Mother Superior both. They had impressed upon her the importance of her presence  there was to be a secret. The Nuns were all delightful and so kind but they, being a silent order could only speak to her between the hours of six and eight pm. So even though they did their best to entertain their guest she was lonely.

She spent her days , happily in the priory and it’s gardens, the smell of the strange flowers native to Io calming and soothing her. At night she was enthralled by the other three Galilean moons that orbit Jupiter.

Keep away from the windows at night they all told her, you must not be seen. Your condition will give you away. 

She did try but the spectacular light that was generated by Io and the other three moons of Jupiter was enthralling.

Stay away from the windows they had begged her but the lights already had a hold on her.

And so it was that she , the last pregnant woman in the  Universe, the last pregnant woman in thirty years stood at the window watching the lights washing over Io.

Sadly  the bounty hunters from Mars saw her at the window, they saw her long hair and pregnant belly, too young, too beautiful to be an ancient Nun.

What future the Universe the only pregnant woman in thirty years held to ransom.All because she could not resist looking out the window.

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Hi everyone just a quick note if anyone would like to re-post any of their old #writephoto prompts please do. While Sue is not posting a photo prompt due to not being well, she would love to see old ones reposted.

Now if you would like to join in please use the #writephoto badge

and link back to one of Sue’s most recent posts. That way Sue can see that we have reposted one of her prompts. We can do this every Thursday or anyday you like. 

We could also re-use any of the wonderful photos Sue has given us and write a new prompt. You can always take the prompt photo from my page and write a new poem or story.

Sue will not be reblogging any or doing a round up so just do it to make Sue smile. At #writephoto

Wordless Wednesday.

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One-Liner Wednesday. Weather.

Photo by Valiphotos on Pexels.com

Someone once said, “The weather is like people, it’s changeable”

Well that’s bullshit! People never change , they are what they are!

Part of LindaGHill’s One-Liner Wednesday. #1linerweds

Autumnal Acrostic Poem, and a Halloween Poem.

Here are two Autumnal Poems I wrote back in 2014.

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All the leaves are dancing, swirling down

Undulating  in the breeze round and round

Tumbling  rumblings scratching sound

Urgently  creatures searching for  their stores underground.

Misty mornings, chilly  nights, fireworks after  Halloween moon!

New seasons  Harvest Moon, witches and pumpkin men  will be here soon!

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The sun’s heat  is  waning  and the nights  are drawing in.

Early morning porridge to keep  you warm the cold will nip your skin.

Summer sadly  has taken her up her shoes and left us the dark.

Ready  for the harvest and shorter winter days.

Time to get out  your  winter  coats  and your furry boots

The long  and lazy days  of  summer  have vanished in a haze.

Cars  driving with their lights on early, listen out for their  warning toots!

There might be captive Zombies hidden in their boots!

2020 WEEKLY #TANKA TUESDAY #POETRY CHALLENGE NO. 200, #THEMEPROMPT

WELCOME TO TANKA TUESDAY!

HAPPY HALLOWEEN

It’s the fourth week of the month! Are you ready for a theme prompt? Marsha Ingrao from last month’s challenge picked the theme.

This month’s theme is:

This week I have written a Tanka and a short Haiku . To express how humans have this illusion of power, over Mother Nature who laughs at us.

Image from Pixabay

We feel we control
The outcome of life and fate.
Sadly deluded
Gaia sighs and laughes at us
She holds sway above us all.

© willowdot21

We’re in charge?
Gaia laughs at us
We haven’t a clue

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This is part of Colleen Chesebro’s Tuesday Tanka Challenge

Petals of the Rose ~ A New Book.

Petals of the Rose

Guided Journeys

Sue Vincent

A collection of guided meditations, designed to open aspects of the personality in as gentle and natural way as the petals of the rose open at the touch of the sun. Each inner journey will carry you to a haven within your own psyche from which to explore layers of your own being, learning their meaning and purpose.

From mystical and silent castles, to the song of the unicorn… each journey takes you deeper into your inner being and carries you out beyond the stars.

Read more at France and Vincent

Ronovan Writes #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge 329 BLOOM & Wet

I looked at Ronovanwrite’s prompt for this week and was confused by the email. Being a bear of little brain I was not sure which were the two prompt words. So I have done two separate Haiku.

Challenge words

BLOOM & Wet

Image from Pixabay.

After morning dew

Pure crystals of water bloom

All is fresh and wet.

The Challenge Words!

GAZE & Touch

Infinite night sky

Gaze through light and glass fractals

Wish that we could touch

This is part of Ronovanwrite’s Weekly Haiku Challenge.

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