… an acrostic. Esther Chilton’s writing prompt this week is Promises. Promises made to be broken. Like flawedRules, devised to get ignored.Or else, why vow we’d be together,Make promises to love forever.I believed them. More fool me:Simple, trusting devotee.Eternity is brief, it seems.Short and sweet as passing dreams. Haven’t we all heard them?| Writing Wrinkles, and Random Ramblings
This was a verse I put together in answer to a challenge from a writing magazine which has since folded. My poem wasn’t selected for publication. You will see why as you read. I originally ar…| Writing Wrinkles, and Random Ramblings
Eshet Chilton’s writing prompt this week is Charge. My daughter came to visit mewith Flo and Eddie, six and three,and solar lights to light my treeplugged into panels underneath.Reluctantly, I had to say,“I have no energy today.It’s drained by pain from dodgy knees.I must recharge my batteries.”She climbed the ladder. I made teawhile she draped … Continue reading Recharging| Writing Wrinkles, and Random Ramblings
This week’s prompt from Esther Chilton is Strike… It’s us or them; the showdown’s coming.I’m new to this game, adrenalin pumping.Wobbling inside as we pile from the van,supporting…| Writing Wrinkles, and Random Ramblings
A verse, written to a title prompt It’s been so long since last we spoke so many moons ago.I knew then I should say goodbye, but still I can’t let go.So many thoughts I left unshared, so many words…| Writing Wrinkles, and Random Ramblings
Finding things to blog about Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com I confess that serialising Jay and Robin saved me much guilt when I couldn’t think of anything to blog about in what has been a cha…| Writing Wrinkles, and Random Ramblings
I don’t often enter poetry competitions, but Writing Magazine wanted a sonnet this time, which has to rhyme, so a level playing field. Although mine didn’t win, I was mentioned in the s…| Writing Wrinkles, and Random Ramblings
Day Six, The Green Man The sky cleared, although the sun had barely time to warm the air before it sank behind the treetops. Mikki joined the locals and the older traders crowded inside the Green M…| Writing Wrinkles, and Random Ramblings
Viṣṇu, appearing before Bali as Vāmana, transformed into Trivikrama, filling the universe, covering all the earth and the heavens in two steps. The verse that opens the Pūrva-pīṭhikā of Daṇḍin’s Daśakumāracarita plays on this imagination, and on the word daṇda / daṇḍin. Here’s the verse (in Sragdharā metre of pattern GGGGLGG—LLLLLLG—GLGGLGG): May the leg of […]| The Lumber Room
The wonderful L Sprague de Camp was a great early figure not only of SF itself but also of its history and criticism. His 1978 collection The Best of L. Sprague de Camp contained two poems that I loved so much that I committed them to memory.| Liam's write-only LJ
