Happy Easter! Sorry for the delay in posts - I've been in Madrid for the past five days. To acknowledge the Easter break, today's spark word is the homonym 'break'.
broken
i snapped the bones in my
left and right wrists
playing when a kid
despite tears and a loud cry
the swelling was missed.
no one believed what i did.
Wednesday, 26 March 2008
Daily Spark Word: Break
Written by Miss Ticket Stubs 9 comments
Tuesday, 18 March 2008
Daily Challenge: Smell
Sorry for the long delay! Work is a nasty time-eater :( Today's challenge is 'smell'. Enjoy!
lost
her grandmother had a
powdery florally scent that
though dulled
was still there behind the
musty fleshy earthy
damp of death
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Thursday, 6 March 2008
Daily Challenge: Touch
Today's challenge is a poem to do with 'touch'.
gloves
there was something
final
about slipping that
downy
fleshy
chilling
glove over my hand
the inside so
cold
it felt still damp with
blood
Written by Miss Ticket Stubs 6 comments
Tuesday, 4 March 2008
Daily Challenge: See
Sorry - my challenges are slowing down from daily to weekly due to time constraints. Hopefully I'll be able to drag them back up to daily soon! Today's challenge is another sense: see.
beached
we stood on the shore
you and me
and purple clouds drifted
before our eyes
you asked me
'where does the sun go?'
i replied
'can't you see?'
Written by Miss Ticket Stubs 1 comments
Wednesday, 27 February 2008
Daily Challenge: Hear
I'm back from my holiday! In keeping with the theme of the previous poem, today's challenge is the sense 'hear'. Enjoy!
whispers
when young we spoke in
whispers, our
peevish words
slapping against plump
lobes and our
sugary breath
snaking into our
minds.
then one day we
noticed -
after days of
whispers,
we could no longer hear
our own thoughts.
Written by Miss Ticket Stubs 3 comments
Tuesday, 19 February 2008
Daily Challenge: Taste
Today's challenge is to write a poem focussing on one of the five senses. Today's sense is 'taste'.
first kiss
the taste of you is
lawn fresh and sky
clear, and your lips are
ripe grapes, and your
tongue is sweet
leather.
but your breath
is spicy, and your too
warm skin breathes
liquid fumes that make
me want to
cry.
Written by Miss Ticket Stubs 4 comments
Friday, 15 February 2008
Daily Challenge: Elegy to an Everyday Object
In response to Tamara's suggestion of writing an elegy to an everyday object (ala Carol Ann Duffy's poem Valentine), today's challenge is to take an everyday item and make it significant.
lychee
she had always eaten lychees from a can
not knowing the true roughness of their
skin
till she stood in the misting rain
one held in her
hand
he told her to close her eyes
he peeled the fruit
he placed it between
her lips
and she bit into an
unknown
stone
Written by Miss Ticket Stubs 5 comments