Writing Prompt: Poem – Blank Verse – “Atlantis In Popular Culture” #poetry #amwriting #history #legend 


Thanks to Oloriel of MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie for hosting this week’s prompt. First we are to go to Wikipedia and go to the ‘Random Article’ Button, his is our title. Second we are to HERE and find a randomly generated picture. 

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Credit: http://writingexercises.co.uk/random-images.php

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Ring the bells ring them, sound organ pipes too, 

Atlantis sinks to obscurity

Earth trembles, calls with a tune sung, 

Ring the bells; last time you’ll hear them out loud. 

Artistic endeavour, artisan’s craft, 

Carved pipes; hear the organ it booms last. 

Earthquakes, rocks tumble, falling into time. 

A void in the earth barely felt until now. 

Modern humans are obsessed by her,

A lost city never found; for it’s day —

Full of vision, construction, art, thought. 

City that felt it was the greatest, 

The gods thought otherwise; earth swallowed, 

City Atlantis whole, taking everyone. 

Down to earth’s depths, in it’s belly kept, 

Here lies Atlantis hidden, there wasn’t —

Much difference between ‘us’ now and them.

Or hundreds of cities –past, present;

Civilization thousands of years old, 

It isn’t that the the ocean and land, 

Just ended a city; it’s the people

Inside who forget about decency.  

Treating each other terribly and —

No thought for tomorrow, hearts so, 

Cold, stone rigid; they sink themselves down, 

Into the water until they’re nothing

Nothing but a dream, not even memory, 

Just something modern people wonder of, 

Forgetting lessons as Atlantis did. 

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Moral Monday’s Flash Fiction: Anything She Desires #amwriting #flashfiction


Thank you to Nortina for hosting Moral Monday’s prompts. This week’s moral is: “Spare the rod; spoil the child.” 

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“I wanna cookie” Ellie says. Liam loves Ellie more than he loves anyone but her deceased mother. He takes out two chocolate chip cookies. Ellie grins at her Daddy, grasping for the cookies and stuffing them in her mouth.  If Ellie doesn’t tantrum because she gets cookies, even three or four, it’s worth it.

Seventeen-years later, Ellie is grown-up, reminiscent of her Irish mother’s appearance. “I didn’t mean to crash the Jag Dad. You’ll buy me a new Jag right?” Liam has ruined Ellie. She doesn’t realize she could’ve died easily in the Jag crash. Ellie’s never had to care about the cost of living monetary or otherwise. 

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©Mandibelle16. (2016) All Rights Reserved.