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Puddles! – dVerse Poetics

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This week’s dVerse Poetics has been a bit of a challenge for me, since children aren’t a huge part of my story and life. Still, I was a little girl once upon a time, and I can still connect with my inner silly 🙂

So, I hope you enjoy this little ditty – and please visit dVerse to read all of the other creations!

 

– Puddles! –

Splish, splash, flubble, flosh
Jump in puddles, make them splosh
Stick your tongue out, raindrops tickle
Jewels of water, let them prickle.
Pitter, patter, flickle, flack
Umbrellas open with a crack!
Welly boots keep feet dry
Watch the rainbow fill the sky.
(And annoy your parents – ask them ‘Why?’!)

Assumption – Five Sentence Fiction

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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  – MALICE.

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…

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– Assumption –

“Why the hell did you do that?!”

“Because I can’t believe that you spent all that money on yourself, when you knew I needed a new car, when you knew how much I’ve been trying to save up so that once, just once, I could have something that wasn’t second hand!”

“But I -“

“I don’t want to hear it – get out of my sight!”

I bought it for you.

Lillie McFerrin Writes

Stand – dVerse Meeting the Bar

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This week’s dVerse prompt was too good to miss – beat poetry fascinates me, although I’ve never tried to write any, until now!

I hope you enjoy this – it was written on the fly!

– Stand –

To the best of my ability
Is not the same as theirs or yours
We are not measuring sticks
By which to compare each other’s achievements
Or to shame another into thinking –
“I’m no good”.
Who has given you, him, her or me
The right to decide, to sit as
judge, jury and executioner of
another’s soul?
On what pedestal do the rest of us
have the right to sit, point a finger and proclaim –
“You’re no good”?