I have decided to dip another toe in the world of the haibun – a piece of prose followed by a haiku poem. The Līgo Haibun Challenge is hosted by Penny, Ye Pirate and Nightlake – why not take a trip to their blogs to find out more?
This week’s two alternative prompts are:
The butterfly counts not months but moments, and has time enough – Rabindranath Tagore
The world is mud-luscious and puddle-wonderful – E.E. Cummings
I have chosen Rabindranath Tagore as my inspiration – I hope you enjoy it.
Please do go and check out the other entries by visiting any of the co-hosts’ blogs and finding the InLinkz linky thing! There are some very talented writers out there…
– Cuts Like a Knife* –
She sometimes forgets. Wrapped up in the treadmill of her days – the getting up, the showering, the dressing, the rushing out of the house; she is distracted.
Half a mind on this, the other on that.
But then, late at night, as she steps into her bedroom, switches on the lamp and bathes herself in its pool of yellow light, she catches a glimpse. She is peeling off the day; removing her jacket, her blouse, skirt and stockings. Her mirror records the moment, that millisecond when half-turned, she sees the inky etchings on her rose-blushed skin. It was a choice she made not so long ago, to record a time in her life that changed the path that she thought had been set. A reminder that for her, life’s opportunities must not be taken for granted and yet sometimes, she also just needs to breathe.
the butterfly kiss
whisper-soft, yet knife sharp
in its impermanence
*Yes, I have Tagore’s quote etched on my skin, in a huge spiral across my back, starting at the base of my spine. Yes, this is autobiographical. No, you don’t get to see pictures!
Here’s my submission to the dVerse Poetics prompt – this week, we are asked to write something inspired by one of the six beautiful artworks created by Catrin Welz-Stein showcased in the blog post.
I hope you enjoy my piece which has been inspired by the picture below – please do visit the linky link thing to read many more!
Copyright Catrin Welz-Stein
– Glimmer –
I long to fly away from here
escape the tendrils of my fear
that binds its barbs around my heart
and dogs my footsteps in the dark –
The dark that wraps itself around
and anchors my feet to the ground
leaden shoes and iron soul
a face that’s frozen, solid, cold –
A cold that cuts my life in two
that separates the me from you
there is no way to reach you now
I’ll never hear your voice aloud –
Your voice is just an echo, soft
whispers, laughs, holds me aloft
and draws my spirits high above
up to the clouds, with all your love –
Love, fly me away from here
banish dread, despair and fear
gently cradle my bruised heart
and light my way out from the dark.
It’s time for my latest offering to Lillie McFerrin’s Five Sentence Fiction, a weekly prompt where there is no word limit, just a limit on the number of sentences. Plus, although she provides a word prompt, it is just for direction only – you don’t have to include the word itself in your contribution.
This week, the prompt is – MAGNETIC.
Do let me know what you think of my offering below – and whilst you’re at it, why not take a look at everyone else’s offerings (I’m sure they’ll be fabulous), and even give it a go yourself…
– The Boy –
The boy stared, the tingling that had started in his fingertips crawling up his arms like an army of ants; they had all told him not to open the door.
It wasn’t anything special, just plain wood that could do with a lick of paint – in its prime it must have been scarlet, now it was dulled with age and several flakes lay on the floor, crispy like autumn leaves; they crunched under his shoes.
He sidled closer, reaching out to touch the handle, pulling his fingers back sharply as they made contact with the cold metal.
The boy muttered to himself “Do it!”
Closer, yet closer, hand hovering over the handle; still he couldn’t steel himself to grasp, and push…