Salty Cucumber
A flash poetry writing post composed for February, inspired by the photo prompt; above. Written in the form of a Pattern Poem. 137 Words. Edited from an Original Post on: Scribblers Forum – Flash Poesy 282 Image by Kevin Mc…
The Message
A flash poetry writing post composed for June, inspired by the photo prompt; above. The MessageFrom my fragile grasp both taken,Dreams and aspiration,A frozen life without another,Choices made and I’m forsaken. A thin jacket and woolly jumper,Wrap my body’s senses…
Flash Fiction Poetry: The Recipe. May
A flash poetry writing post composed for May. This piece is a poem, of no more than twenty-five lines, using the following words: verdant, open, silence, richness, compassion, and recipe. The Recipe The recipe,I crave it, desire it,Must open the…
Flash Fiction Writing: Two Forks. March #2
Another fifty-word flash fiction writing post composed for March. This piece is a brief story about new friendships, shyness, and cake. Two Forks She’s here again, drinking coffee with her friends. She gives me a smile, and I nod with…
Flash Fiction Writing: Borscht. March #1
A fifty-word flash fiction writing post composed for March. This piece is a brief story about war, cold, hunger, renewed friendships, and soup. Borchst Cruel weather. Despite modern material ingenuity, once cold seeps in, harder to recede. Months of stand-off,…
Flash Fiction Writing: Shocking Find. February
Another fifty-word flash fiction writing post composed for February. This piece is a brief story about a murderer, burying a body, and electric shock. Shocking Find The mains’ exact position was unknown, but laws dictate electric cables require encasing and…
Bright Light
A flash poetry writing post composed for October, entitled Light. Written following the rules for an acrostic, then as a cinquain: 2 syllables in the first line, 4 in the second line, 6 in the third, 8 in the fourth, and…
This Word
A flash fiction entry for the Reflex Fiction Website. The Word Another sip of freshly-pressed coffee, as feet pace around the kitchen and into the study. There’s a chill underfoot when emigrating from warm under-floor ceramic heat to room temperature…
Oh, God.
Following on from Dylan Thomas’s birthday on 14th May, below is a piece of Flash Poesy (in Thomas motif) starting with the first line of his Fern Hill poem “Now as I was young and…”. As seen here… http://scribblers.freeforums.net/thread/498/flash-poesy-31 Oh,…
