Haiku: Longing

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The parched earth, listless
waits for the welcome caress
from a drop of rain

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Exact Drabble: Waiting for the Rain

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An exact drabble (100 words) for #writingwednesday.

The rain didn’t come on Monday. He filled the watering can and watered the flowers, herbs, and vegetables.

The rain didn’t come on Tuesday. After watering, he filled up the bird bath. A sparrow soon came for a tiny sip.

The rain didn’t come on Wednesday. The south-easterly wind pushed the clouds away, leaving only sweltering heat. The grass was turning brown, and even the hardy wildflowers in the wild corner of the garden were beginning to wilt.

The rain came on Friday, finally, just as he began filling the watering can.

He laughed and let the rain water him.

3 x 3 sentence fics (31st July)

 

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3 more 3 sentence fics for the final #writingwednesday of July. I started with ‘tide’ as a prompt and used a word from each ficlet as a prompt for the next.

tide

The scorching summer sun gave way to a cooler evening as high tide approached. The sun dipped into the water, red, pink, and orange streaked clouds surrounding the horizon like steam from the sun as the cool ocean seemed to extinguish the fireball. The welcome breeze stirred the marram grass on the sand dunes as the sky began to darken and Venus in her guise as the evening star rose to gaze upon the beach, the tide swallowing the sand too.

Venus

As the morning star she is visible to greet you as you walk the dog or begin your journey to work. As the evening star she is a familiar sight to keep you company as you sit outside enjoying summer evenings or head home as winter darkness draws in. She is the hottest planet in our solar system, our second closest neighbour, the brightest object after our sun and moon, given the name of a goddess of love, and a welcome sight to behold.

planet

He fiddled with the strange looking phone that she thought must be some new imported model, thin as glass, tapping at it as he frowned and asked, “What planet is this again?”

She gave him a sideways look, asking, “What do you mean which planet?”

“Um, country…province..county…never mind,” he said, flustered, pocketing the device and trying to change the subject.

 

Poem: Equal and Opposite

A double drabble (200 words) prose poem

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I worship the sun, bask in the life giving rays
the light brings growth, and also casts welcome shade
Reborn at the winter solstice, bringing new hope
Peaking at the summer solstice in full glory
The seasons turn, spring to summer, autumn to winter
Endless and enduring
The sun is fire and solar winds, creative and inspired
The nineteenth tarot card, sign of good fortune
Ruler of the day, rising in the east and setting the west
Helios, Apollo, Lugh, Amaterasu

I worship the moon, bathe in the life affirming rays
there is beauty in darkness, and light in the dark
Reborn at the dark moon each month, unseen but present
Peaking at the full moon, in all her glory
The month turns, waxing to full, waning to dark moon
Endless and enduring
The moon is of earth and brings the tides, reflective and empathic
The eighteenth tarot card, illusion and hidden truths
Ruler of the night, rising in the east and setting in the west
Artemis, Cerridwen, Hecate, Thoth

I acknowledge the turning of the day, the month, the year
There is a time for action and for rest
A place for opposites and the middle ground between them

Notes and selected sources

There are many deities associated with the sun and moon, some more accepted than others, for example some see Lugh as a storm god rather than a sun god.
https://www.thoughtco.com/sun-gods-and-sun-goddesses-121167
https://www.learnreligions.com/lunar-deities-2562404

The moon rises in the east but “however, depending on the phase of the Moon and the time of the year, the rising might actually occur in the east-northeast or east-southeast, and the setting might take place in the west-northwest or west-southwest.” https://www.farmersalmanac.com/does-the-moon-rise-in-the-east-2782

Tarot cards
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Moon_(Tarot_card)
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Sun_(Tarot_card)

 

Double Drabble:Gratitude

A double drabble (200 words) on the theme of giving thanks.

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To attract more good into your life, first give gratitude for what you have. She’s taken this to heart and spends a few minutes each night and each morning giving thanks.

Today she stands in the garden, giving thanks for that private green space. She’s thankful for her hot coffee. The mug clasped in her hands was a birthday gift from her friend and she’s thankful for friendship.

She’s thankful for the warm sun on her face. Thankful that it will dry her laundry, and thankful for her favourite t-shirt which is blowing in the breeze.

A blackbird hops across the lawn, pecking at the scattered birdseed, and she gives thanks for the wildlife that visits her each day. She always enjoys watching the birds, butterflies, and bees.

Soon she’ll go indoors and check her phone, and she’s thankful for how easily she can keep in touch with family and friends. Then reply to any work emails – and she’s thankful for her job. Later she’ll get milk from the local store and she’s grateful for having the money to buy what she needs.

She finishes her drink, gives one more heartfelt thank you for all her blessings, and goes inside.

Double Drabble: The Journey

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The Journey; 200 words exactly

A five minute walk to the bus stop where she waits seven minutes. An hour’s ride to the station where there’s a slight delay to her first train.

That train takes her out of the city but not all the way. She changes trains in Devon, the rail journey taking over six hours before she arrives at Hayle.

She’s travelling alone out of necessity, and she’s anxious every minute but she needs this, this place, this restorative experience.

She shoulders her backpack and begins to walk the rest of the way, following the South West Coast Path. It’s one more mile to the beach; after the distance she’s come that’s nothing and yet she cannot wait to reach the shore.

Her heart lifts as she sees the waves glistening in the sun, hears the seagulls cry as they soar across the blue sky. She smells the seaweed and her steps become lighter as she heads for the water.

She drops her backpack into the soft sand, pulls off her shoes and socks.

One step, two step, sea!

She gives a deep sigh as the saltwater washes over her bare feet. She feels at peace for the first time in forever.

 

3 sentence fic: Signs of Spring

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A 3 sentence fic for the writing prompt “freshly cut grass” found at https://www.dailywritingtips.com/writing-prompts-101/

 

The first lawn cutting of the year marks a turning point, the green spring scent speaks of growth and good weather and of tending the garden. Spring is also evoked by the scent of compost , the feel of the rich earth on fingertips as plants are potted and beds weeded . Not forgetting the wonderful sight of rainbows made by watering the plants, their flowers unfurled to bask in the sunlight, attracting the buzzing bees and resplendent butterflies to taste their nectar.

 

3 sentence fic: April Showers

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She wakes to the sound of rain against the windows. Outside the flowering primroses and the late blooming narcissi will be grateful for the rain, as will be the tulips tucked safe inside their buds and the freshly sown leek and calendula seeds slumbering just below the surface of the rich compost. It’s early and so she snuggles back beneath the covers, warm and safe, soothed by the gentle pitter-patter of the vital spring shower.

 

Birdseed (exact drabble)

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Birdseed

“If you’re so hard up then why do you buy birdseed?” he asks, puzzled.

“Because it’s relatively inexpensive for the benefits I get. I put a handful out every day,” she says. “And the birds come and eat it. Pigeons, blackbirds, robins, sparrows, and crows. They wait for me now, eager each morning. I get to watch them peck at the seed. I know some are nesting in the nearby bushes. It gives me a sense of communion with nature. I know it’s a small thing and hardly earth changing. But it makes me feel useful. As if I matter.”