Masked

Written for https://reinventionsreena.wordpress.com/2020/12/17/reenas-exploration-challenge-166/ decorated trees sway to songs  emanating from masked lips imagining smiles that reach twinkling toes and  luminous tips Masked lips, and imagine the smiles that reach the twinkling toes of stars. Long remembered, even when they are gone. Swaying songs, shining in unison, alongside planets, viewed with fresh eyes. Spring, a onceContinue reading “Masked”

Important

Today’s questions https://earthlycomforts.uk/2023/03/26/the-garden-dawdler/ Is the WHY to everything important? I think it is, because we cannot follow others, believing everything they say. We should ask why so we understand the reason we are doing things. None of us can be right all of the time. Another blogger https://sillyfrogsusan.com/2023/03/26/the-garden-dawdler-3-26-23-my-dog-has-no-nose-hair/ post talks of toddlers and them askingContinue reading “Important”

Milk

For https://lindaghill.com/2023/03/24/the-friday-reminder-and-prompt-for-socs-march-25-2023/ we are given the word emptying. I remember when I was a young girl, getting our milk from the milkman. We always had a couple of bottles, with the thicker, gold, on the top. I loved having that on my cornflakes because it tasted so nice. They sell them in proper bottles now,Continue reading “Milk”

Grumpy

Today’s word prompt from https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/tag/word-of-the-day/ ‘Grumpy, why is your head so shiny?’ Theresa asked, taking hold of his hand. Walking to the park, she often wondered why he had no hair. Did he lose it in a fight? Or was it, the tooth fairy. She did take teeth, maybe, just maybe she took hair too.Continue reading “Grumpy”

Confessions

Written for https://pensitivity101.wordpress.com/2023/03/24/fibbing-friday-24th-march/ What did the quick brown fox leap over? The sleeping hare, he was in a rush to get to work. What were the Window Cleaner’s confessions? He missed a bit, but couldn’t tell the brown fox, because he wanted to get his money. What was The Mad Hatter’s true occupation? He wasContinue reading “Confessions”

Waiting Room

Written for https://weeklyprompts.wordpress.com/?p=12525&preview=true A different waiting room, to what Molly was used to. The walls were a calming green, the colour of grass, trees, and little buds at the start of summer. No pain, the tubes from her withered hands, were gone. When she was young, her hair was this beautiful – gleaming, soft, withContinue reading “Waiting Room”