Diana has a great picture for this month’s prompt! I have already seen some pretty fab entries!
Mechanical Tart
On the outside Perfect An Adonis you cannot Reject But look beneath the Exterior You might find something Inferior Instead of heart and Soul You’ll find no more than a Hole A man with no Emotions Made by machine and Potions Listen close and you will Hear The whirring of the cogs and Gear That operate within his Skin To love this man would be a Sin Be careful to whom you give your Heart Make sure it’s not this mechanical Tart
Diana has another intriguing photo for her March prompt…
The Day The Moon Began To Disappear
A fine dust was falling from the sky, coating everything with a light, ethereal film. The dust settled on the ground like a warm snow fall, yet as I stepped upon it, my feet sank, as if in sand. The powder swallowed each foot and released it as it took it’s next step, leaving not a blemish upon its surface. A strange smell filled the atmosphere.
And that moon… it drew me closer and closer. The eerie glow from the eclipse was almost hypnotic.
I reached the point at which it looked like I was standing directly below this usually friendly satellite of the earth, then squinted upwards. The advice was to never look directly at the sun, but the moon was in the way so I felt no fear.
Until I realised that this dust appeared to be falling directly from the moon..
And that the moon was actually nowhere near the sun…
And that there was indeed a little man sat on this sphere…
Grating.
It all began to make sense… and yet it didn’t.
Now we know for sure that the moon really is made of cheese. The parmesan, stinky sort. That is what the smell had been.
And the ethereal feel of the earth?
Those shavings had taken away a side of the moonlight and laid it upon our surface instead.
Dear Diana has a monthly prompt going on, using a picture. It is a speculative fiction prompt, so we can write whatever we want, and this photo has been popping up into my reader on such a regular basis… things started to form in my mind…
The stormy winds did blow The house it teetered so The mice called for help from friend or foe Their voices carried, but where did they go?
The snowflakes made a different sound The elephant felt it in the ground She followed over hill and mound And this was what old Ellie found
A family made of her biggest fear As she approached they raised a cheer Even the littlest appeared to peer And Mummy Mouse, she wiped a tear
"Oh Elephant, so big and strong, We've been stranded for so long. To leave us now would be so wrong. Restore us please, to where we belong."
Ellie's fears took second place She hid them behind a smiling face And with surprising elephantine grace She set the home in it's rightful place
The mousey family were delighted Their huge misfortunes had been righted Into their lives, Ellie was invited And a lifelong friendship, that night, ingnited
A random act of kindness, see Can change the lives of you and me Ellie and Mother Mouse in a tree Share a lesson in humanity
But I Smile Anyway... 