All #FaeSense prompts in reversed chronological order:

#LilacLonging
#SpringColoursReturn
#TheTasteOfWildGarlic
#TheSoundOfGrassGrowing
#ScentOfBleedingIvy
#WaterFallSong
#FreshSnowUnderYourFeet
#ShadesOfTwilight
#TheScentsOfTheMeadow
#TheSoundsOfTheSea
#toll

In case you missed one. 🌬🎶✨️🧚‍♀️

#FromOneLine | How long will we stay
#completethehaiga 138
#FaeSense | #theSoundofGrassGrowing
#tanka #haiga

The landscape of love
her deep blue waters shining,
mountains majesty
rising, heartbeats in the land
whisper, it's time to come home.

#tanka #tankathursday #landscape #faesense #thesoundofgrassgrowing #love #poem #poetry #oasis #micropoetry #micropoem

#TheSoundOfGrassGrowing

My grandpa could hear
the grass grow
Other people have a green thumb,
he had green hands
His garden shed always
smelled of apples, onions & earth
Asked, fresh out of hospital,
How are you?, he'd say:
Fine! I have a hedgehog in my garden

#FaeSense

@ignorantfairy.bsky.social

My precious attention is their
obsession
They try to entice for any
price
Yet they glower at my latent
power
I need not pay, I can turn
away
I can listen to all that
glistens
I can hear it all if I ignore their
thrall
Magic in stillness, escape in
idleness

#TheSoundOfGrassGrowing

They called it the Priory, though I could never find any evidence that nuns had lived there. It was the nicest place I had stayed. Inside, I had my own room, with a bookshelf and a bathroom. Outside, swathes of green velvet sloped down to a small lake. Sometimes they set up the meeting chairs in the shade, close enough that we could admire the baize lawns. Not on them, though, and I never reached the water. Mondays and Thursdays were mowing days. On Mondays, the groundsman trimmed the neat, bowling-green grass. But Thursdays were the best. Thursday mornings were for the perimeter. I would listen intently for the sound of the motor starting. His route brought him past my window. I would open it a crack so I could hear his singing over the hum of the mower. He always looked up and waved as he passed close by, so close I could see the lines edging his sunbleached denim eyes, the callouses on his fingertips, the dirt under his nails, fixed there as if it belonged. I daydreamed about his hands. How they might one day open my door and close around my wrist, firm and certain. How he would pull me free from this place where time passed only by the growing of the grass.

@ignorantfairy.bsky.social

This wouldn't be a poem, so I let it be. Hope that's okay.

#FaeSense
#theSoundOfGrassGrowing

Thawing snow on muddy ground

near total silence
infitesimal murmur
poppy seeds rest
dreaming of spring

#FaeSense #theSoundOfGrassGrowing
#smallpoemsunday

Don't even whisper or you're gonna miss #theSoundOfGrassGrowing seconds stretch into eternity softest susurrus reporting from beneath the snow #FaeSense #prompt From 8th-15th February Be #kind, #creative and #cooperate All art welcome (except AI, which is ignored)

New #FaeSense prompt is up:

From 8th-15th February we listen to
#theSoundOfGrassGrowing

More info in alt-text
All sorts of art are welcome (drawing/photography/poetry...)

No AI and please use alt-text for images.

Enjoy creating!

@danigracewrites.bsky.social
@thescribblings.com