Well, guess who had the honour of choosing this month’s prompt photo?
Me, that’s who! And I took it myself, as well!
Remember, it’s syllabic poetry that Colleen wants from us!
So, here’s the photo.
Two senryu for you you, 5/7/5, 3/5/3 and 2/3/2
I smile at the moon
Peering through the eerie clouds
Light, in my darkness
Ritu 2020
Moon appears
Through the eerie clouds
My night light
Ritu 2020
Moonbeams
through the clouds
my light
Ritu 2020
It’s Tuesday, and that means Colleen’s Tanka Challenge! Of course, just providing a couple of words would be far too simple, so we have two words, yes, but we can’t use them! Only synonyms allowed!
Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “(un)pack.” Use “pack” or its opposite in your post. Have fun!
My in-laws family sure know how to pack things into a small time frame!
Seriously, it’s all about the birthdays in this family, during the month of February!
It feels like, with the addition of Valentine’s day, not a week goes by without something that needs celebrating!
So, on the 3rd we had my bro-in-law’s birthday, then today itself, we have Hubby Dearest celebrating his special day, as well as his mum, aka my mum-in-law! He actually appeared on her 21st birthday! That’s a present that packs a punch, eh!
Forward on to the 20th, and it is our very own Lil Princess turning 12, and she made her entrance into this world on my father-in-law’s birthday! So, yes, it’s his on the same day!
Then add in Valentines, and it is a pretty packed (and expensive!) month!
Not content with all these births, I only went and added one to the mix… tomorrow is the official birth of my first novel, Marriage Unarranged! If you want to check it out, click here!
Wish me luck, Peeps!
Oh, and my cover is a part of Cover Wars, this week. If you fancy voting, click below!
February 6, 2020, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story to the theme “a dog in the daisies.” It can be any dog, real or imagined. Push into the setting and as always, go where the prompt leads!
Goodbye
Buster bounded through the field, trampling daisies as he ran.
“Come on, boy. Let’s go.” Max called out to his canine pal. “I’ve got your favourite steak at home. Come on!”
Petra gently put a hand on Max’s shoulder. “Come on Maxy, we need to go.” She squeezed. Max turned, his eyes moist with unshed tears.
“He’s not coming back, is he?”
Petra swallowed a sob. She always knew this would be the hardest part, scattering the ashes of the family’s beloved pet dog in his favourite field.
Shaking her head, she took Max’s hand as her tears fell.