Under the vines marched the gnomestheir donsy formed no aisles or rowsthey picked at a green grapethen frowned at the landscapethey were really expecting a plum rose I wrote this poem for the Wea’ve Written Weekly prompt #170. Dennis provided the prompt this week, called “A Donsy of Gnomes”. The details are as follows: YourContinue reading "The Befuddled Donsy"| Words and Coffee Writing
Youthful hand palms the crank,twisting slowly, eager anticipation.A melody twinkles, softly spiralinglike her dance,all tipped toes and curled arms.Frail, wrinkled hands grip the crank,memories twirling backof moments magniloquent,bolder than life itself,captured in her dance. Ben provided us with a playful prompt this week for the Wea’ve Written Weekly. Below is the background and prompt guidance:Continue reading "Melancholy Music"| Words and Coffee Writing