They rest #undersea, have been stagnant, asleep, silent for aeons but time means nothing to them. When the signal comes, pulsing through the water, its vibrations finally reaching them, they push up from the sea bed swimming to the surface. Will they be accepted this time? Can they save us? #vss365
Thank you ☺️
Thank you ☺️
And very happy to be called a whippersnapper at 61. I’ll take it.
Thank you ☺️
Ah thank you so much ☺️
Thank you 😊 I j ow this was a cheap way of getting extra birthday wishes and fulfilling the vss365 prompt 😉
Thank you 😊
A girl eating a Knickerbocker glory in an ice cream parlour
What #trickery is this? I woke this morning and found myself a year older. Yep I’ve completed another trip around the sun. Wasn’t it only yesterday I was 31. But then again birthdays give chance to celebrate. My choice a sundae. Lovely to be here with my #vss365 friends and to read daily stories.
At the #investiture they bowed deeply in front of their new king, false loyalty in their eyes and rebellion in their hearts. Their time would come. Not today. But soon. #vss365
Thank you Lizzy. I too am wondering what happens next 🧐
Thank you 😊
Aww thanks DeRicki. How are you doing? Hope alls well 😊
Thank you ☺️
Love this 👏👏👏
Beautiful 👏👏👏
She finds the key as she walks the shoreline, #seafoam salt staining her shoes. As she picks it up, a sharp image forms. The chest. The attic room.
She rushes home, clambering up the stairs. A click. As she lifts the lid, waves cascade onto the floor and a mermaid reaches out a hand. #vss365
soft seafoam whispers
bubbly words flirt on the coast
lost to the next wave
#vss365 #seafoam #haiku #writing #micropoetry
Love this 👏👏👏
‘So what #word should I write in the card? Condolences, sorry, thinking of you.’
She left him to ponder, lifting the now cool casserole dish into a bag. She left it on the doorstep, rang the bell and walked away. No words would make this day easier but a prepared meal might help. #vss365
Thanks Rachel. I enjoyed my vss trip with you 😊
Love this.
She loves the #letter M, likes the smack of it on her lips. M is for mayhem.
Mischief.
Mistake.
Madness.
M is for Murder.
#vss365
‘Can’t take these,’she says handing me a box of Christmas deccies.
‘Thanks. I’ll miss you. Good luck.’ When December arrives, I open the box and find a letter hidden among the baubles. Sex and desire pours off the page. My neighbour’s affair laid bare, my husband’s name at the bottom. #vss365
What a lovely joyful piece.
Splashing
Splashing in the water
sending ripples racing
toward the bank
and back again.
To us, paddling, kicking
spraying water high
into the air,
causing a rainbow
over the stream
streaming hues of many colours,
raining down in droplets,
laden with frivolity.
#water #poem #vss365 #freeverse
I believed my love like #water would always find a way to reach you but your dam holds me back. This time it is too big, too strong and all I can do is lap gently against your barriers hoping to find a way in. #vss365
I could see distaste on my mothers face before she spoke. ‘This is not a proper kitchen #sink. Way too small. In ours, I washed you kids, scrubbed laundry, washed every pot we owned. Look at my hands.’
I turned away. University, a great job, money. None of it was ever enough for her. #vss365
I love this Matt.
The house started to #sink after the funeral. Slow, steady as grief. Nothing seemed wrong with the ground. The priest they finally called knelt, ear to the floor. He said it was feeding. The old man had kept it away for years. Now nothing stood between the house and what the ground was owed.
#vss365