Crimson eyes peering soulfully from their sockets nestled among snowy fur. Sizeable head bobbling on a wiry frame, awkward yet endearing. Quick paced steps like the pattering of a heart, Nimbly squeezing through the smallest of gaps, the tightest crevices, the most claustrophobic slits. Built up muscles that still do not add any bulk to his lean body. Fine scarlet veins visible through slightly … Read More White Rabbit
Haiku- Christmas in Australia
Prickling heat on Sun kissed skin, fruit mince scenting Homes filled with much food. (Hoping you all had the best of Christmases🎄)
Haiku- Bed of Sunshine
Timber, honey boards Beneath my body, stretched Out in dappled sun.
Haiku- Japanese Maple Tree
Seeping blood, star leaves. Young contrast against the sky, Translucent in light.
Falling- 400 word story- Book week 2022
Hello everyone 🙂 It’s a bit late, I know, but I thought it would be good to write something for book week this year. This year the book week theme was “Dreaming with eyes open” which got me thinking about how daydreams can present a varying array of thoughts and ideas- good, bad, confusing, and everything in between. Instead of allowing myself to use … Read More Falling- 400 word story- Book week 2022
“Lucy! Lucy, where are you?” I saunter through the hallway of my house, glancing into each room as I pass by. My converse squeak against the honeyed timber boards, their all star symbols peaking out from the inner sides of my shoes. Photos stuck to the walls smile down at me. “Lucy duck?” The light spring breeze winds around my arms like the long … Read More Lucy duck
Lost in Winter
Footfalls muffled by numbing snow, Boots peeking out amidst sinking plains. Gloves held tight, Between frozen palms, Keeping heat from escaping her arms. Coat tangled up In little marching legs. Scarf wrapped tightly, Hat upon her head. Pigtails golden Against the bitter frost. “Where am I winter? I think I’m lost.”
The principal’s office
The principal’s office, a land of despair, the mighty ruler’s evil lair. Where she sits amid the cries and yells, an ogre in a living hell. Where darkness reigns and nightmares spawn, and to which the naughty children are drawn. The principal’s office, a place of delight, where things that are wrong are always set right. Where she smiles and offers cakes, assuring they … Read More The principal’s office
At the markets
At the markets, a place to be, what a lot of things you can see! The greengrocer is there with his apples and plums, selling his fruits with a merry little hum. The baker is there with pastries and cakes, nibbling biscuits in her breaks. At the markets, a place to be, what a lot of things you can see! The jeweller is there … Read More At the markets
What will you spend your money on?
What will you spend your money on? A bracelet for mum? A book on cats? A rubber duck or a magic hat? A little toy frog that jumps up and down, or maybe a wig that belongs on a clown? What will you spend your money on? A hand knitted scarf? A new game to play? A soft toy elephant or a bundle of … Read More What will you spend your money on?
Through the trees
What lies just through the trees? Come and see!
Let me dance
I want to dance, but will these weary limbs hold me? I want to leap without falling, spin without tripping. To throw myself into movements, without throwing myself away. I want to dance, but can my quaking hands break the bars of my cage? Could I fly with the stars? Or would I merely jump to touch them and fall short? I want to … Read More Let me dance
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