Your challenge is to write a poem or short story using this image above. It can be the start or ending of a story, a sense of place or wherever the image inspires your Mse to write.
My Muse decided on a poem.
Revealed by the eroded earth
Spindly, twisting fingers, laid bare
Within their numerous fissures
Tiny creatures take refuge there
Moss growing in damp crevices
Bringing colour to the grey
Patterns of light and shadow
Make numerous images play
Strands of ivy twisting upward,
Slowly consuming its host
Feeding off wrinkled bark
Crumbling it into compost
Growing steadily each year
Nourished by the sun and rain
Weathered by the seasons
Its character all too plain
Today’s prompt is a slice of magic. This is your starting phrase.
“Candies taste sweeter on the moon.”
Read my response before or after you write your own.
Daisy looked at the old man with his long grey beard and screwed up her face at these silly words. She knew no one could live on the moon – her Daddy had told her all about it, when they’d watched a movie about astronauts going up in a space rocket. She remembered his words quite clearly.
“Now, Daisy, the moon is a huge rock, which orbits around the Earth. It is so cold that anything would freeze up there. And there is no air – nothing can breathe.”
Daisy had asked question after question about why and why and why – all were answered by her Daddy in his normal matter of fact way. As a scientist, Daisy knew he was right about everything.
“You are wrong Mr. Man; the moon can’t be lived on. There’s no air!”
“Well is that so young Daisy. I will have to tell my wife and children when I get back there.
“Where is there?” asked Daisy.
“Well the moon of course, my dear. I am The Man in the Moon you see and I can live without air as I am magical.”
Daisy’s mouth dropped open. The man faded into nothing but a pale blue cloud and rose into the sky.
As Daisy’s, mother shook her shoulder gently telling her,
“Breakfast time, darling.”
Daisy glimpsed a ribbon of pale blue touch the moon outside her window. She wondered if there was magic in the world even though her Daddy told her not.
Describe a walk you enjoyed.
I began walking in my short lunchtime break last year and this is a poem I wrote after one particularly enjoyable one. Yesterday was my first lunchtime walk this year, as winter’s grip is slowly easing. (Fingers crossed). My car’s display stated +2 and although the wind was initially cold as I began to walk, on my way back I could feel the warmth of the sun.
Buffed by the breeze
Dancing above the rippling water
Wings flutter and glide
Darting back and forth
Juicy morsels to eat on the wing
I sit enjoying the show with ease
Sunshine on my face
New leaves jiggle and flash
Pollen releases for some that’s sneezes
Tiny blooms appear above the grass
Bathing in the warm embrace
Opportunist waterfowl spy my bread
Stand with pleading eyes
Grateful for the crumbs given with pleasure
Brown, green and white feathered friends
For this delightful repose
Before enclosed in stale office air instead
My photo from the walk described above, obviously not the current situation as we are still under snow!
Do you take a break from work? What do you do?
Where is your favorite walk?
Does your name have a meaning? If so, what is it? If not, make up your own meaning for it.
For a start Mandy is an English baby name. In English the meaning of the name Mandy is ‘worthy of being loved’. However, it is an abbreviation of Amanda. For those that know me, I NEVER respond to Amanda only Mandy – or risk getting a punch!
My Mother gave me the name due to having babysat a little girl in her youth, whom she was enamored. It is also, I have been told through biblical scholars, in Hebrew/Aramaic the name AMANDA means “Gift from God.” Interestingly, Amanda does not mean lovable. It means “she must be loved” in Latin.
For some reason my Mother named all her children with Hebrew names. I have no idea why.
The name Simon is a Hebrew name meaning ‘hear; listen.’
The name Rebecca is a Hebrew baby name meaning ‘captivating; knotted cord’
The name Jonathan is a Hebrew baby name meaning ‘Jehovah has given. Jehovah’s gift.’
Do you know what your name means? Is there a significance to the name you bear? Care to share?
Have you done any research into your ancestors? What interesting surprises have you discovered?
One rather big surprise when researching my maternal ancestry was that my great, great grandfather was transported to Tasmania from Liverpool, England. At the tender age of fifteen he was convicted of stealing a piece of calico and sentence to seven years in Van Diemans Land.
Previously he had stolen two game cocks but had escaped punishment. Who knows what age he was then. The poor lad was on the transport ship, William for 127 days. Many did not survive the journey.
What is astonishing is that he made his way back to England at the age of 38, which was very unusual, most stayed after their sentence was complete (if they survived). But my great great grandfather, married a local girl in Tasmania and brought her back to England with their young daughter.
It shows an incredibly strong character and physical strength to endure.
Do you have an ancestor’s story to share?