By Ajanta Judd All Rights Reserved – 5 pm 28/06/2020 Australian EST Prompt 19; Hour 19: You can use this either as an image prompt, jumping off the image below to write a poem, or you can write about what it’s like to be one…

The seats faced backwards so medical personnel could face the patients…   I was not medical personnel; I was a 6 year old child flying home with my Mother On the only flight available To get ‘home’ from home – RAF Wildenrath – quickly, So…

Lifestyle float – breeze drift undulating undercurrent unconvention creative veneer veil unruddered impulse, perennial recess no respite gained, restful erosion edifice strove at generations, liberty restored in starvation dust bowl fester, en-bond me in mechanistic systematic processes, grant holy days in sweet brow labor contrast,…

By Ajanta Judd All Rights Reserved – 4 pm 28/06/2020 Australian EST Prompt 18; Hour 18: Write a narrative poem set during a holiday. It could be a poem based on your own lived experience or it could be an imagined event. A narrative poem…

In some Native languages, the word plant translates as ‘those who take care of us’* In Welsh, the word plant itself means children Wrapped up in these words is the eternal cycle of Earth Of birth and death and rebirth Ancient secrets and forgotten truths…

Mother had promised I would spend the holiday breaks At my uncle’s place The holiday came but Mother lost her face While in the kitchen she had an accident That singular act sent everything backwards Had she not been hospitalised towards The resumption of school…

Kiss-less at midnight but the bubbly flows freely. A night of reflection has got me in my feelings. I raise a toast to the past year and the gifts that it brought me. I’m even thankful for hardships and all that they taught me. I…

Dance Dance Dance Gasp Five, six, seven, eight, Mirror, mirror on the wall, From the tippy top – do it all, Turn Twist Heads Flick Boom-boom-cha Take a water break Let’s recap Has everyone got that? Two groups We’re filming for the video 200% this…

Stayed and settled, desperate refining pained rapture, Crushed neglect, conditioned to not seek my peace, Violence against self to hem-in, Back to those old school days With a Sunday letter written and master checked, When all is but debris, return to a familiar act. Craft…

Now that the red mist has softened to a dew-scented kiss Formed from the droplets of the same passion-condensed liquid, Was there any other point to the carefully crafted conflict? Fair and square the winner took the right to evict Play, laughter and tenderness –…