#NaPoWriMo Day 17/Sunday Writing: Poem – Laurenelle – “The Ineffable” #amwriting #poetry #MLMM #SundayWritingPrompt


For Day 17 of NaPoWriMo the Prompt is: to “write a poem re-telling a family anecdote that has stuck with you over time. Also, I’m combining with MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie Sunday Writing Prompt Collage.


Credit: MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie


“Let us think the unthinkable. Let us do the undoable. Let us prepare to grapple with the ineffable itself. And see if we may not eff it after all.” – Douglas Adams


Eff it all, what’ is thought ineffable;

Think the unthinkable, and so persist,

There’s more than the unimaginable.

You don’t see life, of what it consists —

Creating such possibilities;

Surpassing the “I can’ts,” the “What if’s.”

In childhood’s books, I seek ingenuity,

Rereading print words, traced with strange greatness;

Writing of potential necessity.

Willingly do the undoable, hate —

Not those who won’t risk, but strive — keep shoving;

The envelopes edge torn — so stop waiting.

Discover roads to success, endeavour,

Until you’re aching inside, then, grapple —

Impossibilities aren’t forever;

Don’t let the indescribable baffle,

Nor the smoke of lies curl, expressionless mist;

You’ve heart, so question the laughable.

Be amazed, ineffable, not frightened,

Let not the unknown curse you with harsh plights;

Eff it all, what is thought ineffable,

There’s more than the unimaginable.


©️Mandibelle16. (2018) All Rights Reserved.

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Flash Fiction for the Aspiring Writer: Escaping Society #flashfiction #amwriting


Thanks to the lovely and gracious Priceless Joy for hosting FFftAW this last week. 

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Credit: Louise – The Storyteller’s Abode
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Violet read the letter her daughter had sent her in disbelief. To fathom a girl of Elizabeth’s quality of breeding would do this to her family was unimaginable

Harsh Victorian society could never know the truth of what Elizabeth had done and Violet wasn’t sure she could bear to keep in contact with her daughter.

She would focus on her other children. Violet’s sons had married well. Three of her daughters were also married suitably and having more children. Her two youngest daughters were courting wealthy gentlemen. 

Elizabeth if not cut-off from her family, could ruin them all. Violet reread part of her daughter’s letter once more in disgust: 

“Did you know Mama, there is such thing as a circus? Freaks of all kinds, but I love them because they’re genuine, not like the society you so desperately try to trap me in. Years of dance lessons have left me flexible. I pirouette far above the ground and dance in the air; I ride the elephants. 

It’s amazing travelling the world and I won’t be returning to London, except for an occasional visit of course. I’ve married one of the men who runs the circus. He is like me, gentry who has run away from a society of judgement. I love you and hope we can write, but I can’t be the woman you want me to be. . .” 

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©Mandibelle16. (2016) All Rights Reserved.