LindaGHill said : Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “loud.” Find any word that means “loud,” and use it any way you’d like in your post. Enjoy!
With a thunderous bang he fell
For the green eyed , raucous girl
With her brazen red hair flowing
Every bone in body bellowing
She is the one, brash, and noisy
All woman not an inch boysey.
He waved,knocking over his glass
With an unholy crash, as she past.
This made her scream and fall
Into his arms with a clamorous call.
The were married in spring
The choir did loudly sing
To be heard over the clanging bells
And their friends excited yells.
Today is the thirteenth day of Advent, leading up to Christmas. I would like to re-run my take on the Nativity story. I first wrote this in 2011, in the style of prosetry.
The lady down the road from the Hotel Delph was busy knitting as she always did but this time not for herself. She had heard of the young couple up the road in need she would help them in the only way she knew, in deed. She could knit a jacked and some booties too, blue ones with a little duck and egg freeze. Her project was going well she was doing fine, she had not kitted this fast for such a long, long time. Her fingers gnarled now with arthritis had lately let her down she usually had to stop working after a short while and the pain just made her frown. But somehow since she had started on this knit her fingers moved like magic and she was so proud of it. Her face was relaxed and once again she wore a smile. For some reason she was free of pain it made her want to dance and sing that she could knit again. The children came to see her, they had not done so for so long, in days gone by they came for cakes and paid her with their songs. The children started returning the day after the couple had arrived, she found that she could bake and knit again. The children made her feel alive. She had been so lonely, she realized it was her fault but now with this new found strength she would bring all loneliness to a halt. Happily she pondered on her new lease of life, she loved the children visiting and she loved that young Jo and his darling wife. The young wife had touched her hands and wept for her pain. It was soon after that, that she noticed she could use her hands again. Like the others she was excited waiting for the birth of the new king, she was doing what could and knitting gifts for him!
Colleen said, here are your two words for this week: Give and Shake for her Weekly Tuesday Tanka.This week I have chosen to do a Shadorma.
HERE’S THE CATCH: You can’t use the prompt words! SYNONYMS ONLY! If you want to create something more specific – write a Haiku or Senryu with those synonyms by following the instructions HERE.
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