Dream catcher – dVerse Quadrille


this jar contains my dreams

lid screwed tight

to protect them,

to keep them safe


the discordance,

the noise,

the interference

the slings

and arrows.

I crouch, ensconced within glass,

part of the world

yet separate.

Ethereal dreams, will-o-the-wisp,

you are my saviour.


It’s Monday and time for the quadrille over on dVerse. This week, Bjorn (welcome back!) invites us to write on the theme of ‘jar’, in whatever form inspires us.

At the moment, the film The BFG is all the rage, coinciding with the 100th anniversary of Roald Dahl’s birth. In the City of London I came across the engaging installation  you see above outside The Royal Exchange, which is on my way to the office. A Dream Jar Trail is all over London, and will raise money for Save the Children, to help children’s dreams come true. So, as soon as I saw ‘jar’, I was inspired!

Please do head on over to dVerse to delve into other quadrilles, and why not take part yourself?

Illusion – A Dash of Sunny


what if the life we lived

the stuff we fret on

the hopes and joys in which we revel,

the envies and jealousies to which we are subject

like little ships tossed on a violent sea,

 what if they were but a dream

 – a fantasy

 – an illusion

a facsimile of a real life?

what if we, ourselves, were but a fiction?

would we change?

would we hang up our hats at the door to our lives

and just give up?

or would we carry on, regardless,

because that’s what life is –

experiencing, tasting, touching, wanting, needing, hurting –

for without all of that, we are nothing?


This week on A Dash of Sunny, we are asked to write on dreams. Again, I’ve taken a sideways step – rather than sharing my dreams, I’m playing the ‘what if?’ game. What if our lives are but a dream, and not really ‘real’?

Do hop on over to A Dash of Sunny, and find out what others have done! Or… take part!

Vantage Point – Magpie Tales

autumn-in-madeira jacek yerka

Sarah once dreamed of her own island, floating in space and time. As a little girl, when she was encouraged to give wings to her flights of fancy, she wrote tales of a woman with long, dark coppery curls who navigated the lands, floating in the air on a slice of land suspended from hot air balloons. A dragon’s tail rudder at the back of the earthy sliver dictated the direction and a rainbow-hued propeller pulled her home forward through the sun-sprinkled air. Her life was filled with adventure, her Siamese cat purred loud and serene on her silk-clad lap. She was mistress of her destiny.

Sarah turns a full circle, drinking in the scenery laid out before her. The land is a vast, autumnal carpet, dotted here and there with a ceramic-tiled rooftop. In the distance, the deep turquoise sea glints and sparkles between the mountain peaks. At last, she is atop her own, peaceful hill, rising magically from the flat land below. It is as if it has been drawn directly from a childhood dream. She listens to the slight wind as it whistles through the trees.

If she listens carefully, she can hear the gentle rattle of a propellor and cat purring with contentment.


Autumn in Madeira by Jacek Yerka 

Here’s my latest entry into Magpie Tales. There is a theme running through my weekly writings once again. If you want to know more about Sarah, please read my Five Sentence Fiction and VisDare entries. Can you identify with her at all?