Experimenting With Creative Writing
About
I began writing seriously at the beginning of lockdown. Music, poetry and fiction have become my true sanctuary, and I can’t see myself ever turning my back on them.
Rachael x
Being in lockdown stops your journey through life but your mind continues to wander. Emotions spiral, dreams become so vivid, and perceptions of reality are altered significantly.
Thank you to everyone who has given me encouragement, and provided me with writing prompts!
You miss so much when you are rushed.
A white dove’s feather softly falls,
As lions flex their golden paws.
A ripened berry’s body blushed,
Before it’s bursting flesh was crushed.
A stem will grow with twists and swirls,
Before a single petal curls.
Perfect flakes of snow melt so fast,
In less time than eclipses last.
Wander free but don’t miss life’s pearls.
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In response to Ronovan Writes’ Décima Challenge found here
The problem with a slow dance is,
It’s flawless – besides when it’s not.
Time heals, forgiveness, forgot.
The dilemma with a trance is,
Giving out infinite chances.
March down a disappointing track,
Waiting for your disguise to crack.
Each final straw, each iceberg’s tip,
Expectations finally slip,
And now there is no waltzing back.
Image credit: pixabay.com
In response to Ronovan Writes’ Décima Challenge found here
I have had another poem published, entitled Our Summers, in the Visual Verse anthology.
A short poem celebrating childhood summers.
My inspiration came from my own childhood, which was spent knocking on neighbours’ doors and spending all day outside playing hide and seek.
I vow from this day,
To always find a way,
Through life’s obstructions.
With no interruptions.
To see them as the thrills.
Like cyclic, rolling hills.
I promise to respect and trust,
To never let our love rust.
When I look into your eyes,
Sparkling lapis lazulis,
There is an open door I see,
To which I say “open sesame”.
I’ll always stay true.
Honey, I love you.
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In response to the Paint Chip Poetry Prompt Challenge #34 found here
When you journey through memories,
Do you appreciate the ride?
Do you find love or hope or pride?
Do those old times put you at ease?
Or are you caught on choppy seas?
Do you close your denying eyes,
And pray for your boat to capsize?
Do you feel anything at all?
Besides the terrifying fall,
From dreamy fabricated skies.
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In response to Ronovan Writes’ Décima Challenge #19 found here
It matters not whether I frown,
Nor lower my head in shame.
For I will always be the clown,
In your wicked game.
Even when I tread with stealth,
And deny all that you claim,
I will always be myself,
When you put me in the frame.
You may not devise my fate,
No matter how precise your aim.
I will rise above your hate.
With pride, I state my name.
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In response to dVerse’s Clowning Around Prompt found here
Also loosely inspired by Emeli Sandé’s Clown.
Whip your hair around.
Don’t trip- as you lose focus,
Racing for the door.
In response to Ronovan Writes’ Haiku Challenge #319 found here
Wild rabbit applauded,
The hue of pink orchid.
Now all he desires is a doe.
There’s no sweeter investment,
Nor filled with contentment,
Than one which continues to grow.
Shared with dVerse for Open Link Night found here
The rabbit and orchid were painted by myself using acrylics and watercolours.
They said he was a wise wordsmith,
In with a chance of winning big,
But some questions were hard to twig.
He hadn’t heard of some old myth.
And so he was presented with,
A giant box of styrofoam.
And out he pulled a garden gnome.
Even though it was second prize,
He couldn’t moan about the size,
And couldn’t wait to take him home.
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In response to Ronovan Writes’ Haiku Challenge #17 found here
I woke up on my 20th birthday with a sore head. I remember the clinking of glasses, the vibrations of the speakers, and the roll of the dice across the breakfast bar, from the night before. I smiled at the thought of celebrating late into the night with my friends.
It was time to smarten myself up ready to catch the train back home. I smeared foundation over the bags under my eyes.
Upon returning home, I saw a giant balloon with a hand-written 20 on it. I enjoyed a buffet with my mother and grandparents. I smiled at the thought of celebrating all day long with my family.
My mood is lifted,
Contrasting celebrations.
I smile at the thought.
In response to dVerse’s Birthday Haibun Challenge found here
