In the firelight

He garnered little twigs in a pile

Light up a fire to illuminate the site

Out here in the open there isn’t

A lamp to be lit, a bed to sleep in

Just him and his cat sitting in the autumn eve

A library book open to a dog eared page

Remembering the past with pain

Asking for clemency from his memories

What happened in the past never stays there

It haunts him in ways unimaginable

He is his own antagonist barring

Relief or solace from the guilt of past deeds

When will he forgive himself

So that others can do so too


In response to the following prompts;

Your daily word Prompt;







Bed, Lamp, Cat

Word of the day Challenge;






Mirror Images

My mother told me, softy she recited under her breath

Standing and staring at her duplicate

The image reflected in the glass was her yet

There seemed to be a fundamental difference

The girl in the mirror was sad, unlike her

She appeared to have no self esteem

Maybe because the matchstick figure she desired

Was masked by a healthy covering of flesh

If she peeled back the layers like that of an onion

She would see the size zero model like thinness

That she craved but could not achieve

The native hunger residing in her heart

For being like “others” was destroying

What happiness and beauty was her natural gift

Softly, she repeated the mantra

And a smile spread across her face

Mother said that she was beautiful!

In response to the following prompts;

Your daily word Prompt;





Matchstick, Glass, Onion

Word of the day Challenge:


Tuesday Writing Prompt;

My mother told me




BrewNSpew Cafe – September 16, 2016- Harvest Moon

Eugenia is the host of BrewNSpew Café

Presenting the week’s challenge – You may use the words and/or the image for the weekly prompt.

Weekly prompt – harvest moon (noun) – The Harvest Moon is the Full Moon nearest the September equinox, which occurs around September 22, but this particular name depends on the autumnal equinox. It is also called Full Corn Moon or Barley Moon.


Glowing larger than life in the night sky

Harvest moon attracts our attention

For some this is a sign that summer is at end

Other have more romantic association with it

For some people, it is a magical time

The practical types think it’s God given

To complete the harvest of crops late into night

What are the mysteries hidden behind

The charming orange glow of the moon

It gives us the creative types a lot of fuel

To weave stories and poems about it

In response to;

BrewNSpew Café -Harvest Moon



Come along for the ride

Riding my bicycle I dream of the future

The air streaming through my hair

I have a feeling of being in a pastoral garden

While riding in the middle of concrete jungle

The cushion of the seat feels like a plush throne

In my mind I talk to myself about my plans

Do you want to come along for a ride

In response to the following prompts;

Your daily word Prompt;







Bicycle, Butter , Cushion





Thursday Inspiration # 21- Fire

This week’s theme is fire and the picture is below. Here is the song snippet from “Fire and Rain” recorded by James Taylor in 1970:

I’ve seen fire and I’ve seen rain
I’ve seen sunny days that I thought would never end
I’ve seen lonely times when I could not find a friend
But I always thought that I’d see you again

Bonfire on the beach
Picture from the Happy Color app.


Stormy skies and water drenched earth

The fire cannot be lit in the rain

I wait for the storm to draw away

Its fury spent and the burden lightened

I find the spark to ignite the flame

In my heart I kindle the fire too

Maybe you will see the flames

And return back to my arms


Paula is the host of;

Thursday Inspiration



MLMM- Tale Weaver – #240 – Wading – 12th September


Wading in shallow water

The long strands of weeds

Over shadowing and concealing

Mama duck is keeping a careful eye

On her brood of ducking

Making sure they stay in a line

Mimicking the movement of the leader

What Co-ordination What synchronicity

Discipline embodied in them

Wading sweet rows of helpless creatures

The Prompt;

This week consider the notion of ‘wading’. As in the image above it could be wading through water, it could be wading into danger/good fortune.

I remember having dreams at one time where I was wading upstream. Against the odds you might say.

What does wading stir up in your mind?

Write your responses and please link them using the linking tool below.

Have fun.

Michael is the host of MLMM-Tale Weaver




Reena’s Exploration Challenge # 104


My choice;


A thousand centuries have passed

Yet we are nowhere near finding our humanity

We will ostracize our own people

Because their skin is a different color

Shunning them because of their

Language, dress or the beliefs they follow

We are even worse than animals

Who harm other only when they have to survive

The humans take up arms just because they can

And we breed animosity without reason

We harbor grudges which are born out of spite

How many centuries will go by

Before we become humans, kind and gracious

What will convert us into peace loving race

Instead of the civilized barbarians we are?

Reena is the host of Reena’s Exploration Challenge



Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge #31

FFFCWelcome to “Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge.”

The image below is from AFP/Getty Images. If this picture inspires you and you wish to participate, please write your post, use the tag #FFFC, and link back to this post.



The fascination a child feels

When it touches a bubble, reflecting

All the colors of the rainbow

Has no parallel

So exciting for her

To be able to touch

This by tiny hands

How do we lose this sense of wonder

When we grow up, become jaded

Cynical and oblivious to little miracles

Happening around us

What a loss it is indeed

To not see magic

Not to feel the awe

That is in the extraordinary

In all that we see as ordinary

Every day!

In response to:

Fandango Flash Fiction Challenge # 31



Thursday Photo Prompt- Reaching #WritePhoto


Welcome to this week’s writephoto prompt.

Use the image below as inspiration to create a post on your own blog… poetry, prose, humour… light or dark, whatever you choose.

For visually challenged writers, the image shows a barren landscape against the shadows of distant hills. Bare branches reach towards each other, framing the scene, while shafts of light stream through a golden window in the dark, cloudy skies.

I often feel the connection when nature beckons

As if inviting us to feel and share its different moods

Looking at this vista I feel that

The canopy overhead is incomplete, and it seems

The branches are reaching out to each other

Saying, let’s hold hands and join

Make strong bonds which enforce

The dominion of the nature

Even the rays of the watered down sunlight

Feels ineffective and melancholy here

The whole ambience is trying to gather strength

Working up its energy and force

To show that it rules here and no one else


In response to;

Thursday Photo Prompt-Reaching #WritePhoto

A Prompt by Sue Vincent



In Other Words, spy…

Image by alexis parra from Pixabay


Being a spy is dangerous work you know

Here I am hanging by the tips of my digits

In danger of falling down every second

I am doing it only for keeping you safe

To protect you from predators I am risking life and limb


The Prompt;

Write a story or poem of 5 Lines or Less
Use the picture and/or the word spy as inspiration
Link back to this post

In response to;

In Other Words-Spy

A Prompt by;Patricia’s place