For the Day 4 Prompt, a challenge to describe an abstraction with concrete nouns. Photo by Steve Halama on Unsplash --- What it is is something smouldering A tiny reed, slowly taking flame That perchance with time might Burst into a raging flame What it is is a call and response A place remembered and returned to In a season of despair In its light one sees the self in all its glory warts and all, and learns the painful truth that one is human too
For the Day 3 prompt, A list poem of band names. I fear my choices betray my age (and my penchant for Christian Contemporary Music). Photo by frankie cordoba on Unsplash. --- Six Pence None The Richer for you corrodes my conformity into discordant notes. On Black Street s, six degrees north of Building 429 a Rush Of Fools Switches foot and stops to breathe again. DC Talks to the Newsboys Ignoring Caedmon’s Call Until the Third Day when the Second Chapter Of Acts is unleashed.
Snowed in, somewhat. For the Day 2 prompt. I ache in the winter when it rains. When the wind, like the fingers of a malevolent one probe beneath. Deep down in a place sometimes lost where memories once lived, lies the linger of disquiet.For forgetting. Some days the smell of fresh wood wafts in, borne as though on wings of the wind. Then, these bones - aching in the cold - rejoice.
Off prompt for Day 1, Photo by Francesco Gallarotti on Unsplash --- Let us begin again at dawn. With the stirring songs of the Skylarks ringing in our ears, the dappled light of the rising sun, smell of moist earth and the distant lap of a gentle wave calling us. In the shadows of the stations, along this winding tortuous path we have climbed this mount, where like a seed once dead is reborn, we arise again.
In attempting to prevent mobile phone use behind the wheel, righteous indignation got the better of David, a traffic cop. He is now £1,610 lighter. Image Source
Moved by the Uduehis’ quintuplet problem EFAB have delivered a three bedroom house, a promise made by the Federation’s Head of Service, ostensibly in faith.
Sex with Dr K failed to cure Patient A’s MS. A battle to keep his license is his reward for the ensuing six month affair.
With a foreword written by the Nigerian Senate President who is in court on corruption related charges, Dino’s memoirs chronicle his life of fighting corruption.
In self defence, Ifeanyi chained his feisty wife Obiageli to his I-pass-my-neighbour overnight. Her strength did not however prevent him from beating her first.
The smell of old things. The past, present and future colliding in a cacophony of bagpipes and squealing children. Flower-speckled greenery. The colour of spring.