Battle

Poetry

#Fowc #Battle

There’s always fighting somewhere….

Land, Places

Resources, Religion

All led by crackpot ideas and beliefs

Of course, the one’s leading the charge

Disappear off to the back of the crowd

While his (or her) men are fighting it out

Leaving them chance – to act all statesmanlike

at a memorial of stone

with names engraved – of those fallen

Filling in the Blanks

Art, Arts, Colours, Growing up, Learning, Rainbows

Blank

The scroll of paper

was pinned to the wall

ready for action

 

It remained as it was

for a number of minutes

as little thinkers – Thought

 

Blank white paper

with nothing to say

but – “FILL ME IN”

 

Suddenly a word, two or three

accompanied by colours diagrams and pictures

explode from the white – Reds Greens and Blues

 

Ideas, Opinions, Conceptions

filling up the space

forming a finished picture

 

And with Masterpiece complete

the story presented

The picture is stored away for safe keeping

 

Revealing – Another Blank Space

Night and Day

Life, Seasons, Time, Winter, writing

in response to the prompt : Because the Night

Productivity

Now there’s a word to conjure with.

I could say I get my best Ideas during the first hours of the morning.  There’s plenty to think about, ranging from the thoughts of why my folks insist on leaving their digital radio alarm clock to go off at six o clock on a Saturday Morning to practical elements of how i’m going to spend the day.

It doesn’t help that the winter months are here – but the winter weather is not…as I type its 1.03 am and there’s a feathered friend chirping outside my window as if it’s the beginning of Spring.

All Ideas of Sleep have gone south till birdie decides its time for his nap.

I scribble an idea down on the page…on paper it looks messy but put on my laptop screen it begins to take shape to something that the reader might just take a look at.   Characters begin to take form on the page – frantically drawn bubbles draw pictures in the readers mind

I can see their face, their hair, their eyes and lips

The character takes shape – what’s he – no she into ? where is she going who is she meeting and what for?

She’s dressed up and ready to go…

come morning – she’ll have disappeared from view, but captured in a few thought bubbles on a piece of lined A5 paper in a spiral notebook

Imagination provides vital touches to the picture

and then comes the name – Rachel, Tammy, Sophie, Susan…Maybe Annabel….

Annabel, seems to stick – as does the surroundings I place her in.