Birdwatchers

I met some interesting birdwatchers in Hespler as I was writing in my journal near the mill pond. I wrote about the encounters; I think they are good people for Jane to meet in her travels.

Dragonslayer

Even a tile can be a writing prompt.

The first Firefly prompt, after dinner

I want writing to feel just like this:

The dragon of daily drudgery is blocking the entrance to the cave where the treasures lie, where realistic characters and plot twists sparkle like rubies and gold.

“None shall pass!” he growls.

“Ha!” I say as wheel my steed around and race toward him.

I raise my shield of unused story lines and charge. As I grow closer, I raise my other arm and build momentum with the full weight of my desire and unleash it on him.

He breaks apart into dust, dirty dishes and unwashed laundry.

Playing with Scissors

The prompt from Hello Writer’s May package was to create a poem from a Free Will Astrology predition for Aries.

I ended up with a good piece of advice for teenage me.

Life of Pi, page 133

Morning might curve one way,
bright and dripping suffering
without showy remonstrations. 
A sign surged through me, 
intense but short- lived.
I have not forgotten.
 
I don’t think about it.
I turned my eyes to the horizon,
and floated lightly on the water.
 


This was a difficult one; the page was about the demise of the zebra by the hyena. But it’s funny how even in some gruesome content there can be things that resonate.