I’ve enjoyed taking part in Kat’s weekly Twittering Tales challenge to write a tweet-sized story in response to a photo prompt. But my goodness, this one was difficult! I’ve been staring at this picture since Tuesday and scratching my head. What’s it all about? Who is she? Clothes like that make me think of some kind of ancient fortune teller but the modern day debris dumped in the undergrowth and the plastic bag she’s carrying won’t let me take that angle. Poor old lady, trudging along that muddy path in her bad outfit. What else could I do but turn you into science fiction?
Cross cut teeth
Cut clasp nail, tungsten carbide tipped and galvanized
Gleaming in the air, honed and filed
Beauty in industry
Poetry forged in the shadow of empty mills
City of steel and sharply angled hills
Where every blade is work of art
And every wall, a canvas. Continue reading
Swing the axe.
And again. And again. One thousand cuts a day, every day for months on end. The woodcutter’s hands were rubbed raw by the constant pressure of the axe handle. The ever-widening clearing around his house was littered with untidy piles of felled trees, the ground slippery with rotting scraps of bark. He used to hear birdsong when he woke each morning, but the birds were gone now. Friends from the village didn’t come near him any more. It was for the best, he told himself. Safer for people to keep their distance from the axe. Continue reading
I love this take on my photo – not only is there a real natural rhythm in the lines, but it also hints at the truth behind the placing of those stones. My daughter gathered them at the beach and placed them in the garden at a time when we were dealing with bereavement, and she was truly facing the serious grown up world at a very young age. How strange – in a good way – that you’ve picked up on that!
She gently places her stones side by side,
creating a crystal clear division
between the serious world of adults
and the playful one of her creation.
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Written for kirstwrites’ weekly photo prompt: secret garden
Photo Credit: kirstwrites
Welcome to my weekly photo prompt! Every Monday I will share a photo which I like, and taking it as a starting point, I’ll endeavour to come up with a piece of creative writing. This might be a 100 word story, a poem, haiku, limerick or longer piece – I’m not setting any rules apart from committing to a regular writing challenge to exercise my brain. If you like the image I’ve shared, please feel free to use it as a prompt for your own work, give me a pingback and I promise to read and give my feedback.
Drink a pint with Farage, he’s your mate
Who says Brexit will make Britain great.
He’s retiring, job done,
And the prize that he’s won
Will be bendy bananas, not straight.
“Trust me Ian, Mike, trust me. This will work.” The two Secretaries of State looked at the Prime Minister doubtfully as he fastened his bright blue safety helmet.
“Are you sure Boris?” Michael asked, “I mean, today of all days?”
“Today is EXACTLY the day!” The PM slapped him bracingly – and slightly too hard – on the shoulder. “The final papers have been signed, the EU separation is official, what better way to kick off Free GB than with the Commander in Chief zip sliding across the Thames from the top of Big Ben on to the deck of the Royal Yacht, with Rule Britannia blaring?” Continue reading