I love light, I love to write, I love life – I create my words and images to capture the light in my life.
Category: Creative Writing
Writing to me is a way to record my inner thoughts and to make sense of the feelings and thoughts that wander through my mind.
The more I write the better I think and the more the creative juices flow.
Here I sit all alone on my comfy cushion. I gave up on the lily pad when it floated away across the pond. This is a pleasant enough resting place. So I sit here silently and very still, hoping my luck will change.
I’m not just a simple speckled frog. After all, a toad by any other name is still a toad. In case you hadn’t noticed, I’m covered in spots and stripes.
What do you mean, I’m not worthy? I got dressed up specially for the occasion. Did you not notice the floral hairpiece that I wore especially to get your attention?
Do not fear me. That old myth is not true. I’m not a handsome prince under the spell of a wicked curse. I can be so much more than that.
I may have googly eyes but they are designed for gazing into your own gorgeous green eyes. I’m just crouching here in eager anticipation of your visit. All it will take to turn my frown upside down and make me smile again is a tasty little snack.
Come little damsel fly – fly just a bit closer to my cushion. And I will show you my lucky grin.
Capturing the fairies light
Imprisoning them at night
They can take neither flight
Nor stand and fight
I wonder who might
behold this sight
And think they have the right
to capture the fairies light.
It is such a blight
Against the magic of light
The fairies must take fright
As they try to sparkle in the night
For those who believe and share their delight
The fairies will still shine bright
And hold on tight
To their special light
And that is alright.
To wish for a fairy good night.
It’s official. I have a creak in my shoulder socket. It’s not quite a soft tissue injury. It’s not one but two full tears and one partial tear in the rotator cuff muscles. It is very painful especially at night.
I knew I shouldn’t have gotten onto that ebike. I wasn’t keen at the time but I got ‘ encouraged’ by my friend. That’s when the troubles began.
Months later, one day the wind was gusting too strongly for me to hold the caravan door. Another tear in a different rotator cuff muscle.
The last straw was when I crash landed my broomstick as I arrived at the Halloween themed pub quiz night in full witch regalia. I fell through the door someone opened unexpectedly just as I grabbed the handle. That was an embarrassing and painful entrance. The only consolation is that our coven of witches won the quiz that night.
So here I am, awaiting shoulder surgery sometime within the next few months. Pill-popping is now the order of the day – and night. And I have given up riding broomsticks and e-bikes.
There are two types in the world
The movers and the shakers.
The movers move rapidly through their trials and tribulations
The shakers just shake their heads and say ‘it’s too hard, I cannot do this or that’
Let’s just shake that up a little bit
Move Over ‘Movers'
Or we will move you out.
It’s time for the 'Shakers' to shine.
Shake it up or lose it.
Take your chance
This you can do
Be your own ambulance.
It was just a false step into a puddle
Oh what a soggy socks muddle
I should have worn my galoshes.
At least my soggy socks are still a pair
Unlike those odd socks that mysteriously disappear
into the wilderness who knows where?
Nimbyism is alive and flourishing in my neighbourhood.
Opinions divided, frustrations abound.
They want rid of the freedom campers
We enjoy the company of travellers
They want an uninterrupted view
We wish to share our little patch of paradise
Why can't neighbours be just that?
Just be neighbourly to occasional visitors
Be friendly, welcoming and accepting of others.
Its very disappointing when just a few local residents can convince a local council to pass an ‘illegal’ bylaw and close designated ‘freedom’ campsites.
What ever happened to being kind and love thy neighbour?
If that neighbour just happens to be traveling in a certified self contained motorhome, then what right do these local residents have to harass and prevent others from having the freedom to travel around exploring their own country in their homes on wheels?
NB: NIMBY = Not In My Back Yard
December 2020 Writing Prompts