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Tidbit Tuesday – Time To Get Fruity!

04 Aug 2015 30 Comments

by Ritu in Humour, Poems Tags: Blog, Blog Post, Blogger, Blogging, Strawberries, Tidbit Tuesday, Yum

Succulent you taste
as my teeth sink in,
you spurt
Your juices all around
My face
I tentatively
Send my tongue
Out to explore
The sticky region
Around my mouth

…

Now let’s do something
Different…
I dip you into
Creamy whiteness
You drip
Thick drops
I catch them with my tongue
Mmmmmmm!
Pure heaven!
I lick my fingers
And suck you dry…
Then pop you
In my mouth
…bliss

…

Sated,
I consider,
Next time
We’ll get the
Melted
Chocolate out…

Ritu 2015

I was writing about one of my favourite fruits… Strawberries, obviously!

But they can be quite naughty too!

Go… Enjoy some seasonal strawbs now! 😜🍓🍓🍓🍓

Perfect afternoon!

03 Aug 2015 31 Comments

by Ritu in Children, Poems Tags: Appreciation, Blog, Blog Post, Blogger, Blogging, children, Family, Ice Cream

An ice cream in hand
Kids playing in the park
A fine breeze blowing
It just hits the mark!
Yesterday has been and gone
Today’s another day
Tomorrow well, we’ll wait and see
What that has to say!

I do love my annoying, stubborn, cheeky, funny, cute, amazing kids!!!

Ronovan’s Weekly Haiku Challenge #56 Hope & Luck

03 Aug 2015 22 Comments

by Ritu in Challenges, Poems Tags: Blog, Blog Post, Blogger, Blogging, Haiku, hope and luck, Ronovan's Weekly Challenge

Yup Peeps, its that time of week again, and being on holiday I can get onto it sooner!
Check out the prompt here!
The words of the week are Luck and Hope…

The luckiest ones
Find their hopes and dreams become
True reality

Ritu 2015

FFF 12 A toughie this week!

29 Jul 2015 32 Comments

by Ritu in Challenges, Fiction Tags: appassionata Secret Garden, Blog, Blog Post, Blogger, Blogging, fff, flash fiction forray

Matt is a naughty boy! He knows how I love to use words to add into my story when he gives us his Flash Fiction Foray inspiration… But he has chosen an instrumental this week! Check it out Here – Appassionata Secret Garden

She slowly opened the rusty lock, on the old wooden door. It creaked, as she pushed the door open. Taking a deep breath, she stepped forward and raised her eyes. There it was. Looking as amazing as it had all those years ago. Sure, the flower beds were overgrown with weeds, the path no longer clear to walk along, but she could see it. The bench stood there, surrounded by beautiful wild rose bushes. She slowly took frail steps to the bench, felt the wind-worn wood and sank down. “My secret garden,” she whispered, then closed her eyes… forever….

Not sure… What do you think…?