#TANKA TUESDAY #POETRY CHALLENGE NO. 233, #POET’SCHOICE

WELCOME TO TANKA TUESDAY

For this challenge, you can write your poem in any syllabic form you’d like to try.

Ruby © willowdot21.

old am I
my dreams let me fly
know no bounds.

For Colleen’s Tuesday Tanka Challenge I have chosen to do a short haiku. 3/5/3.

pensitivity101’s 3TC, #threethingschallenge

Di at pensitivity101 said : “Welcome to The Three Things Challenge.
Below are three things that may, or may not, be related. Simply read the prompt and see where your creativity takes you.
You can use one, two or all three words in your post, there are no restrictions regarding length, style, or genre apart from keeping it family friendly.
You can use 3TC, #threethingschallenge or TTC as a tag and my logo if you wish.

Charlie’s dead
Prune your petticoat
Hide that slip
Only Jessabels
Show their underwear.

I saw the words today and immediately thought of my mum, she had a horror of any of us girls showing our underwear. She often referred to our petticoats as slips and often would say, “Hold on Charlie’s dead.”

I wrote a little Tanka in the shortened disapline of 3/5/3/5/5.

I believe the origin of the saying comes the time after King Charles ( a very snazzy and frilly dresser) was dead. The Puritans made everyone dress very plain and somberly… Frills and furbelows were frowned on. Hence if your pretty petticoat was showing you were a wanton hussy! So there you have it. “Charlie’s dead”

#writephoto : The Beach.

Welcome to the weekly #writephoto prompt!

It is Thursday afternoon and time for KL’s photo prompt. As KL says it’s June, the weather has decided to be kind and we are slowly coming out of lockdown. Many people are thinking of Summer holidays and the beach.

So, what does the beach mean to you, your characters or your childhood memories?

For visually challenged writersthe image shows 2 large pairs of wellies and a child pair of wellies on a sandy beach.

At the Beach – Image by KL Caley.

Mummy, Dad and me
In our wellies on the sand
Windy but we are grand
Happy times for us to play
I’ll remember all my days.

Mum and Dad took us all to the beach every year.There were six of us, and it was always special. Dad used to roll his trousers up and take us in the sea . We used to play games, eat cockles and skim stones .

We have sat on beaches with the children and been frozen! We have sat on beaches and fried. We have travelled abroad and at home but of all the beaches we have visited it the ones with the children that have been the best.

Rain or cold never worried us we had kagools and wellies! Today I have lots of memories to look back on. Freezing at Bournemouth while the boys played happily in the sand followed by hot chocolate. Getting burned in Zanté with the lads, older splashing out in the sea cold beers all round later.

Climbing the rocks and fishing in the rock pool what delights we would find. Then there is the Dorset coast where we could find lots of fossils and make up all sorts of stories about the animals that where now dead and trapped in the rocks.

Best of all was skimming stones, we all loved doing this and whiled away many an hour at the beach. Now I see our grandchildren doing the same . Happy Days.

©hotpinkwellingtons.

KL Caley at Novel Ideas has offered to take on Sue Vincent’s #writephoto weekly challenge now Sue has moved on to a higher plain.

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS May 8, 2021

Badge by Shelley Krupa.

It is Saturday and time for Stream of Consciousness Saturday. LindaGHill said :Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “to your left.” When you sit down to write your post, look to your left. What is the thing closest to you? Write about the memories that thing induces. Enjoy!

To my left is my hubby! What can I say, there are so many memories. I have known him 54 years through thick and thin we will of been married 50yrs this August. So how did we meet?

l was thirteen and my friend Anne was fourteen and she’d heard of youth club in Ealing. One evening I met this very handsome guy with blond hair and brown eyes. The rest as they say is history. We went from strength ups and downs but we are still standing!

#TANKA TUESDAY #POETRY CHALLENGE NO. 224, #POET’SCHOICE

WELCOME TO TANKA TUESDAY

It’s the first of the month and you know what that means! Word Crafters, choose your own syllabic poetry form, theme, words, images, etc. It’s up to you! This opportunity only happens once a month!

Follow the schedule listed below:

I have chosen a Gogyohka this week. I have written two verses about the Lilly of the Valley and how it reminds me of my father.

© willowdot21.

Lilly of the Valley.

Spring’s harbinger
Memory stirs
Such scent
Fills my kitchen
And my soul.

Father would toil
Hands in soil
You his pride and joy
Green and white
My joy now.

🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋

Finally News of Colleen’s big dream journal.

The countdown is on to May 15, 2021, when the Word Weaving Poetry Journal reveals the theme for this first edition journal. Mark your calendars! Submissions open May 15th through July 15th. Learn more HERE!

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS May 1, 2021

Badge by Shelley Krupa.

Hi it’s Saturday and time for LindaGHill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday. #SoCs. This week Linda said : Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “may.” Use it any way you’d like. Have fun!

The May Day Possession.

May Day, I am carrying Dad’s Lilley of the Valley, a huge bunch. They smell absolutely beautiful. The sky is so blue and there are puffy little clouds floating around.

I am wearing my summer school uniform, so I am still in the junior part of the school. A powder blue pleated dress, a wide yolk at the front topped with a white collar. At the waste a belt that joins buttons at front. My blonde hair is in neat plaits, but as usual the unruly whisps are escaping around my face….that will get me scolded by the nuns. On top of my head is my straw Panama hat with the school badge. I have fresh white knee length socks and my sensible brown sandals.

I walk the two miles to school so proud of Dad’s flowers. Sister Margarite is waiting at the gate, she tells me off because my socks are not quite up to my knees and my unruly hair. I was never in her good books…she always had something to scold me for.

Today though I did not let her upset me, it was the first school Monday in May and time for the May day possession. The statue of Our Lady, Queen of the May was to be carried from the gate at the junior’s part of the school around the roads to the front of the senior school and through to the front lawn outside the main convent house.

I was always so proud because Dad’s flowers were used to decorate the statue’s head with a crown of Lilly of the Valley. The statue was carried on a plinth by four girls, and we all processed, some infront of the Virgin Queen of the May and the rest behind scattering petals on to the road and singing hymns to the Virgin Mary. How ever hard I tried to be good, try as I may, I was never picked to be a barer of the statue.

And here is the hymn we sang.

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS April 3, 2021. Who/ Whom.

Badge by Shelley Krupa.

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “start with who/whom” Begin your post with either “who” or “whom” and go from there. Have fun!

Who do I think of when I think back to my pre-teen days when all my brothers and sisters where all alive and at home. Who was who back then, Teresa Mary, Mary Anne, Frances Jane, Anthony Conrad, John Patrick and me , there had been three more but I never knew them and of course there was Mum and Dad.

Music played a huge part in my young life, in all our lives but I was the youngest and the one who soaked up the magic.

Mum loved the big musicals of the time, Carousel , Paint your Wagons, South Pacific. Now Dad he loved the classics, Maria Calis was exactly who my Dad really liked .. I learned to a appreciate Mum and Dad’s music at a young age.

Teresa loved Pat Boone, Frances loved Elvis and Cliff, Mary…well I can’t remember who Mary really liked back then but in later years she was into big shows and jazz. My brother Tony was heavily in to Johnny Mathis for whom I have a great liking still. Then there was John Patrick who was absolutely besotted with Buddy Holly and Adam Faith both of whom I also like.

So how can I finish this post? Well I am going to say that there is one of the afore mentioned artists of whom I am very much enamoured and that is Adam Faith! My favourite song of his is …wait for it…WHO AM I and here it is .💜

This is part of LindaGHill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday. #SoCs.

I never got to San Francisco.

Image from Pixabay

Ancient flower child

Recalls days of peace and love

When the world went wild

#JusJoJan prompt the 28th – “Beach”

Two years ago in May , on the Gower peninsula. A beautiful beach a beautiful day. Here’s an Acrostic Tanka in memory of a beautiful day.

© willowdot21

Blissful and quiet
Everyone see something new
Azure sea, maybe
Crystal waters of hidden depth
Holiday dreams will abound

Part of LindaGHill’s Justjojan

#TANKA TUESDAY #POETRY CHALLENGE NO. 208, #THEMEPROMPT

WELCOME TO TANKA TUESDAY!

Image by Biljana Jovanovic from Pixabay
This weeks theme is:

“Holiday Traditions”

What is tradition? By definition, tradition is:

  • The passing down of elements of a culture from generation to generation, especially by oral communication.
  • A mode of thought or behaviour followed by a people continuously from generation to generation; a custom or usage.

Colleen said. “I consider all of you to be part of my poetic family, so let’s create a huge collaborative garland cinquain (2/4/6/8/2) sequence of poetry that connects to each other like a garland of poetry wrapped around a holiday tree.”

Christmas Traditions.

© willowdot21.

Christmas
Life memories
Christmas Eve shopping done.
One the bus, we’re all talking fun.
Mum’s tired.

Home to
Warm house and Dad
Hot cuppa can’t be bad.
Fir tree waits for its festive garb.
Cosy.

We all
Make paper chains
Huddling around the fire.
Singing carols,like a choir
Tuneful

Baking
Mum in kitchen
The smell is delicious.
Mince pies by the dozen, tempt us
Scrummy.

Then off
Off to church they
All go, Mum and I dress the tree.
It’ll be ready when they return
To see.

Christmas
Memories to
Hand down, decorating
The hearth and tree, cosy, cooking.
Sleepy.

This is part of Colleen Chesebro’s Tuesday Tanka

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