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.
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…
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.
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
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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.
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