"She seems to be reaching towards the river," said Lar. "Perhaps the water pulls her."
Mirri muttered something, of which the only audible words were 'nonsense' and 'superstition'. She bustled about banging pots and plates as she began 'helping' Edun prepare the evening meal.#ThingsToWriteAbout

We walk the tide edge, pockets of sea glass and smooth pebble. Sand in the seams. Salt thick tangles in wind kissed hair. Seafoam pushed to the rocks in froth that dances across our path. We gaze out and our hearts are wistful for white horses, fairytales trying to reach the shore.

#vss365 seafoam

Sea foam and some sea plants along the beach

#vss365
#seafoam

I look forward to those early mornings
When storms have passed and there are no warnings
Outgoing tide leaves behind
Shells, plants and sea foam combined
All sparkling with sunrise colored mornings

Radio telescopes
their delicate petals
facing other suns

#haiku #poetry

A miniature plate with a painted blue flower decoration.

Today’s Friday April 17th prompt is #plate #thingstowriteabout

At her party she had fairy-cakes and jelly, but not the bumps. Adding 'one for luck' at her age could kill off the last of her friends. #ThingsToWriteAbout

Laundry line
a spring breeze trying
a blouse on

#haiku #senryu #poetry

#vss365
He led a dreary existence, caught in an endless #loop. Demoted and displaced. Did anyone even remember his name? But the sun only had a tenuous hold on him, and his bags had been packed long ago. With a gentle tug, Pluto was free. A rogue planet in search of a better life.

Duppies and Scent, pt 1: Attraction After seeing an interesting connection between duppies and perfume in Alice Spinner’s A Reluctant Evangelist and Other Stories (1896), this month’s post looks at the association of scents with dup…

This month’s post on my blog looks at the connections between duppies and sweet-smelling scents.
#folklore #Caribbean #anthropologists

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There is no prison but the cage we place about our hearts. Sing your own song. Outside or inside, inside or out, sing your own song. #vss365

night pasture—
a horse shifting weight
thins the silence
#haiku #poetry

I #sing your dreams to shore
On winter evenings such as these
And share an endless moment
As we float along on windless seas
It fortifies eternal bonds
Which take us to that merging line
So that even when I am no more
This lullaby is yours and mine

#Vss365

I can't #sing,
but I've got a troubadour heart.
With three chords & a shaky voice
(call it a backyard baritone)
I aim my song at you.
Don't duck!

#vss365

Afternoon sunlight
everything returning
the favor

#haiku #poetry

The #bank on Hillcrest Road closed in 1983. The roof caved in a decade later. The vault is still down there, open, flooded to the ankle. Teenagers go in on dares sometimes. They all say the same thing. If you stand in the water long enough you can hear a voice, counting quietly, on and on.
#vss365

He fed the printer the best paper and ink, yet it spat it out. The computer stopped speaking to it. If only he'd known it was allergic to red. #vss365

I used to be good at remembering things. How the sunlight made me sing. All the urgent dreams that I had unfolded carefully and pinned to the walls like curtains. Now I sit quietly and drift through an hour holding fast to a poem that I will forget tomorrow..

#fromoneline 411

Across the page, the lines of #ink squirrelled and squirmed. Rory couldn’t understand a word of it, but that was all part of the quest. He needed to find a very specific mage who could translate it and he had a reputation, apparently.

But that was for later and another region far away.

#vss365

Let’s not waste another moment
Let’s fast forward to the future
Before this #ink runs dry

Cast a spell
Make some dreams come true
Before the end of a blink of an eye

Before the end of time’s caught up
Let’s not waste another moment

#vss365 #poetry

With apologies to Spencer:

One day I wrote her name upon the strand,
But came the waves and washed it away:

Silly man, she said to me, your love is transient like the sand
I’m leaving you for someone who works with stone, who can etch my name in a more permanent hand. #vss365

The congregation waited on the shore for the prophet's return. The ship's crew saw stone pillars guarding the beach and headed back out to sea. #WIPSnips

We found him in the gutter, ink pooling out of his mouth. Before they carted him away, we dipped our pens in and filled them. For a time my #pen was a live thing, bleeding onto the page. When nearly drained, it unfolded its dirty moth wings and took flight.

#vss365

#vss365 📸 Etsy #poetry

Dear Letter
Waiting to be written
Are you strong enough
To carry my message

My #pen’s already shaky
Bottle’s quietly waiting
& the sea’s eager to get storming
Paper don’t let me down don’t quake

Dear Letter
Waiting to be written
Get ready
One day soon’s coming

#vss365

folk musician
conducts himself
accordionly

#conduct

Write. Create. Be inspired. The #2WordPrompt for 02-APR-26 is:

Translate & Memory

#Prompt

Old Agnes checks her email, then falls asleep beside her black cat.

She awakens in the forest, twenty-something.

“Matisse has reached the Finisterre cliffs,” she says to her panther. “A long trip, but at our age we’ll soon be permanent residents of the Dreamlands.”

#vss #sff

The beachcomber stood on a rock with the sea surging about him like a restless congregation. He raised his arms gesturing with delicate fingertips, conducting an invisible choir. Izzy expected to hear the silvery voices of mermaids and see schools of fish darting this way and that. #vss365

leaf litter—
shrew kicks up
a pocket storm
#haiku #poetry

birch leaves chiming
in a sudden gust of wind
fairy church bells

#haiku
#DailyHaikuPrompt

A miniature chair and table. Behind on a stand is a menu.

Monday March 30th prompt is #seat #thingstowriteabout