Experimenting With Creative Writing
Water droplets meet grease on heat, so spit and hiss with rage.
Abruptly, sounds of summer reunite while wintry memories fade.
Yet chargrilled wings and smokey thighs taste better in the shade.
In response to Ronovan Writes’ Sijo Challenge found here
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Like the deciduous tree,
You will regain your leaves this summer,
And every year thereafter.
You will have life again,
As you will reside in my memories.
With every smile,
I will think of you,
And wish I could see
Your reaction too.
I will remember you also
With every tear,
I know how it felt to hold your hand,
And I will hope that you are near.
In memory of my mum.
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.
White crests break across the bay,
Every time you glance my way.
Moonbeams dance on the ripples of the sea,
Every time you smile at me.
Dappled sunlight scatters through woodland,
Every time you reach for my hand.
The golden sun sets, fades out of sight,
Every time you kiss me goodnight.
We are parched of hope.
Two tulips in spring.
Lost in a field of poppies,
So wild, and unforgiving.
I falter, I wither,
In emotional turmoil.
I pine for your company,
Though anchored to the soil.
Where’s my refuge, my nursery?
I’m a solitary flower,
Come and quench my thirst,
With all the love I can devour.
I seek hope by the water,
Clear as a looking glass,
It reflects the damage of our parting.
When will this menace pass?
Oh, won’t you come and find me?
My strength, you can restore.
Let your touch console me.
You are still worth waiting for.
In response to the Paint Chip Poetry Prompt #21 found here
A gentle raindrop falls on my flushed cheek. At last, a cooling air to refresh this arid atmosphere. More water scatters, creating a pattern of dots on the patio. Each droplet fills the gaps.
My breathing slows as I immerse myself in this feeling of relief. My eyelids release a tear, which my chin catches briefly before it washes away.
The light pattering of rain gradually quickens in pace, as the droplets shatter against the conservatory roof, creating the sound of a tabla drum.
To follow, a downpour.
In response to Weekend Writing Prompt #158 found here
When reunited,
I will crumble. Won’t quite catch
My breath. Console me.
We arrived on the island together,
Your hand in mine,
You gestured towards the palm trees,
Along the shoreline.
I ran off ahead,
The widest smile spread from cheek to cheek.
I threw my head back with laughter,
As I began to sneak.
You still hear the crack of twigs.
Suddenly, I freeze.
I hide among the branches,
Behind the trunks of the trees,
I wait a few seconds,
You’re not in my sight,
As I peak between the leaves,
I begin to feel fright.
I run to the beach,
Trace the footprints in the sand.
I see four enter the forest,
But two return across the land.
I don’t know what to think,
I just feel so naive.
Did you take me on that journey,
Always with intent to leave?
I make my own way back,
Frustrated and alone.
I had let myself fall,
But now I think I should have known.
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