Flash Fiction for the Aspiring Writer: Poem – Rictameter – “The Angel” #amwriting #flashfiction #poetry  


Thank you to Priceless Joy for hosting FFftAW.

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Credit: Louise – The Storyteller’s Abode

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Here’s she,

His sweet angel,

Wearing her frothy gown,

She’s beautiful, elegant,

A wife any man could love or desire.

She’s the epitome, the standard,

What women should be like,

Humming music,

Here’s she.

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Her hair,

Perfectly coiffed,

Mother of six children,

Few lines on her face, she holds up.

Although, life’s pressure can be confining,

Her lips smile a gesture rehearsed.

What’s underneath in her —

Boarding school mind,

Her hair?

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Model,

She’d wants all to —

Perceive she’s the perfect wife.

Society expects her to —

Set perfect example because —

She’s upperclass, the lead in the charade.

Acting as the moral —

Center, she must

Model

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Portrait,

Of the great dame,

Her family, pride, joy,

Madame’s smile is slipping because,

Performing all the time is exhausting.

She wonders if she might sit with —

Port to sip, not thinking,

Herself; not a —

Portrait

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Three Line Tales: Poem – Lunes – “Leaves and Stars” #poetry #3LineTales #amwriting 


Thanks to Sonya of Only 100 Words for hosting #3LineTales.

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Credit: Sandis Helvigs via UpSplash

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Winds of autumn blowing leaves, 

They’re slipping through, 

Fingertips; winter echoes with frost.

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I’ll attempt to hide behind, 

Luminous lights dusk, 

Shadows hidden, caked with snowflakes. 

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Though some pause, give thanks, 

Manger calls forth. 

Star’s magnificence, in blackness calls. 

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#OctPoWriMo – Day 1: Time – Lunes – ” Fairytale Schemes” #amwriting #poetry


Day 1 Prompt: Time

Time is such a constant in our lives, racing the clock, wishing it would go faster or slower. Rarely do we get off the train of time and focus solely in the moment. What does time mean to you?

Write for ten minutes about an instant that time stood still, with as much detail as you can.

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I’m not giving you ten-

Minutes you pirate

Saving time, so it won’t —

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Fly; pulling me in with —

Mouthwatering words, 

Delicacies discovered with lost boys. 

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Awaking, dreamscapes to handwrite on —

Slate grey walls

Spinning gold on my spinning-wheel. 

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New challenge, birds trill softly, 

Cinderella, Snow White

Rub Genie’s lamp, grant wishes. 

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Cast my mind from other, 

Issues; be Alice

Slipping down rabbit hole secure. 

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Rabbit peering at his watch

He’s late and —

Time’s needed, succeeding, rebuilding. 

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Growing pains, Belle taming beast. 

Spreading wings that —

Are clipped, don’t fly — learning. 

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Remember how it was to soar, 

Such memories of —

Before, such ugly stepsister problems. 

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Dreams unfurling, dancing in clouds, 

Dress pink, blue

Time scatters, no Prince here. 

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Clicks, ticks, forces me to —

The edge and, 

Swimming through life as Crocodiles.

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To write is to hook, 

Live in more —

Than fairytales and breathe in;

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Crisp clean air, words trembling, 

Fierce-Bad rabbit, 

With adventureous schemes; shot down. 

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If elephants fly with their —

Ears flapping; I’ll 

Survive at father time’s leisure. 

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Around the bend, avoid wolves

Yet sleeping, awake —

No mild princess, time awaits. 

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Tale Weavers Prompt: Poem – Octelle – “Story Line Wrote”


Thanks to MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie for hosting this weeks prompt — Paper Back Writer:

” What is your great novel/novella/collection of short/flash fiction/poetry/ pulp paperback/graphic novel? Of course, you don’t have to write it, just write about it.

Weave any sort of tale;  in the abstract or concrete; as you or a character of yours; being accepted for publication; editing process; book tours – remember you ‘just wanna be a paperback writer.'”


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I’m still working on a novel called: How Was Last Night For You? I’m editing it in second draft. Still a lot of work to do and haven’t had the time to work on it lately. This Octelle poem illustrates the story line roughly:


She wants love, but it keeps slipping,

Through her fingers, the Sirene dripping.

She’s a regular girl, too kind,

Believes in people and magic finds —

In her paranormal world sound,

Curses, mermaids, sea witch found.

Nina narrator, life gripping,

Focus and ire of a mer-witch.


John wasn’t smart at twenty-five,

Lied about girl, she cursed him live.

Where ever he wondered,

Strange events encountered.

People got hurt, women injured.

No love; witch’s wrath incurred.

Sees Nina drinking Flirtinie,

Sparks, passion, between them ignite.


A mermaid she is, sea witch too,

She’s experienced pain, heart broke through —

Victorian romance; cad —

He’d a mistress, kids they had.

Clued in after his death –cried,

Traveled, came home to new guy.

Adare never changed, men still lie.

No broken girl now -she’s Talise.


Characters wrote, story occurs,

Talise hates Nina — it’s inferred.

She cursed John left his soul burnt,

She wants John back, she’s a flirt.

Evil, she’ll never gain him through,

Her magic; Nina loves John true.

Witch’s wrath, all will suffer –die?

No one can say; writer yet edits.


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