The congregation nod as the pastor “preaches” he decrees death upon women following other people’s husbands “Ride on Sir” Ejiro echoes Now she turns to me gifts me an ear-to-ear grin then points with her gaze “that woman is sleeping with the husband of…
Category: Poetry Prompts
The Mighty River – Hour Twelve
The mighty river flows along Spray rolling o’er the dam Babbling its own melodic song As gently as a lamb Spray rolling o’er the dam While kissing each rock and twig As gently as a lamb Nestled amid the fig While kissing each rock and…
Hour Twelve – The Joy of Human Interaction
Hour Twelve – Write about gathering with others. The specifics are up to you. The Joy of Human Interaction Lockdown – I thought I had been fine Complacent in a cosy home all mine Wandering all day from room to room Meeting friends…
Fear left without a backward glance (hour 12)
Black, white, and brown skin colours lost meaning when we gathered to celebrate the One who had so much done in need and in deed the worship was electric the mood ecstatic the environment terrific Time lost its meaning as no one was…
The Sound of Amusement
Facial expressions are contagious. The chuckle of his amusing grim was music to my ears. It was deep and robust. Uncle Johnny said few word, but when he was happy his facial hair stood on end with a twisted smile with a twinkle in his…
Text Prompt-Poem 12 Gatherings can be challenging
Gatherings with others Can be challenging especially if you have been rejected Also if you suffer from Anxiety it can be damaging As you don’t want to socialise anymore with friends You sometimes hide away in isolation You have cut off from friends and family…
Togetherness /prompt 12/8 pm
Long day filled with stress Long week we need some rest We come together to partake in friendship In Gods hands we place our duress Some bring the food, Some bring the drinks Some offer themselves To iron out the kinks And Music too provides…
Prompt Twelve: There’s A Gathering
There’s A Gathering There must be a place; Above or not . . . Where they gather. The ones who left us. Some we say . . . “Too Soon”… And some we say, “had a long life.” Are they here? I’ve seen them…
Mirthful Haiku
Mirth breaks loose: we fall a tangled heap on the floor. So many smiles burst.
A Gleeful Pair (Hour 11)
We sit side-by-side on the bleachers on our street It’s been a long school term so we fill each other in I tell you about the boy I like “Our first kiss was like magic It wasn’t quick or like the marriage of lips…