Category: Prompts
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29 January: Cinquain
Dressed for Sleep These nightsbefore spring comes,these nights dressed in flannelwhite on white like a moon risingalone. A Cinquain (1:2/2:4/3:6/4:8/5:2) for Poetic Bloomings: Five Line Poetry #474. Some artwork is created using Midjourney AI, and is identified as such in the ALT text or captioned. Imagery and poems/prose ©Misky 2006-2024.
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10 January: dVerse Quadrille
Skeletal Tonight’s sunset is tinged scarlet,bleeding into the lagoon, outbeyond, into the lake, falling throughsummer-thick shrubs beyond twilighted memories where something of the past joinsskeletons of rowboatsin soured brackish water, rottinglike a black heart. And the setting sun shivers. Written for dVerse Quadrille “Lagoon”. A Quadrille poem is 44-words (san title) Some artwork is created using…
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1 March: dVerse Mezzaluna
A Mezzaluna Haibun Mezzaluna up there, catching errant clouds on your hook. Up there, a chill on souls rising from where western stars move both heaven and earth. For a day, cut and sliced on a bias, night’s fabric and dress, then redressed each month. Full and blousy. Waning and waxing. Sadness and joy, pale…
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5 February: This is fiction – trigger warning
The Incident of the Woman from the House with Two Stone Lions The old house was saffron and butter colour, and those cicadas singing in the trees pushed us into manic. Mama had swept the cinders from the fire, left them strewn and broadcasted across the kitchen garden – sweeping the old year out the…
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28 January: for Fireblossom’s Word List
This Isn’t About Trains or Armadillos That starched ribbon in her hair,its of dubious use. Absurd to thinkit can tie smoke, or restrain hairthat’s the colour of Moroccan wind. And she leans over the jukebox,f-me boots up to her anymores. She’s a superstar Wurlitzer genius, a mix of nightbird, and tar soap. This society girl…
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17 January: dVerse Prosery (Flash Fiction)
Stitched Up We measured moody clouds by hand widths, and when we bored ourselves of that, we played cops and robbers. We pointed fingers at each other, and then blew smoke off our fingertips. You made siren sounds. I was the bad guy. It was always me falling down dead. And Mum sat on the…
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10 January: #JusJoJan Periwinkle
Watching There’s a blank wave webbing across the pond, and quarrelling ducks under the influence of a boy throwing stale bread. He wipes his nose on his cuff, and throws more bread at the clear periwinkle sky. And a 200-year old oak is watching all this. Written for JusJoJan 10 Jan: periwinkle. usAI Digital Art is…
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10 Sept: Jane’s Oracle Says
II. Meanwhile … her knees are cracking walnuts, it’s a painful sound when she stands or sits, and her heart makes a swooshing murmur sound, and she feels condemned by suggestion that being elderly made her old. Oracle words from Jane. ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting on Twitter
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6 Sept: Jane’s Oracle Says
Meanwhile … (revised) all that crayon grey smoke pulling heavy on morning mist, leering at scabby fields seized by flame, and you feel the heat of fire asleep under your feet, and those flames are a herd of wild camels on the move. Oracle words shared by Jane. ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting on Twitter
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9 June: No Matter Your Stones
No Matter Your Stones No one tells you that Brighton beach isn’t sand, that it’s pebbled and rolls underfoot. If wading in surf is your pleasure, well, those pebbles will batter your toes and bruise your shins. The weak ankled are easy to spot, their arms flaying the air for balance, their knees wobbling about.…
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