The Breach

Another attempt at a Shardoma for MINDLOVEMISERY’S weekly challenge. For any one who doesn’t know a Shardorma is composed of six non-rhyming lines (sestina or sextet) and the syllable pattern is 3-5-3-3-7-5.  It can have as many stanzas as you like, just as long as each stanza follows the syllable pattern mentioned above .




Lies that tear through steel,

Woven webs,

And cages,

Truth is just a thread away,

Hinted in the breach,



Lies that shatter trust,


And promise,

Leaving just uncertainty

Holding back the breach,



Life to what was held,

Freeing heart,

And body,

Accidental honesty,

Watch the breach unfold.


An English Summer


Original Photo :


I walk along,

This lonely isle,

Through fields of green,

And camomile,

Through lazy nights,

And early days,

Through summer rain,

And summer haze,


I catch the scent,

Of this fragrant isle,

In a scented breeze,

And summer’s smile,

Through apple trees,

And cherry blossom,

Fresh cut grass,

And scented pollen,


I feel the air,

Of this tactile isle,

In a teasing touch,

And pleasant guile,

Through morning breeze,

And evening sun,

Through the day that ends,

And the one just begun.

A writing challenge: This old home

It seems so long since I’ve written any fiction. Poetry seems to have taken over my pen just lately. However the Community Storyboard is such a great site I couldn’t resist attempting the latest prompt. If you haven’t seen it already get yourselves over and read what’s there. An eclectic mix of talent and creativity. Why not submit….

My Friend Gerald

Wednesday again and time for Friday Fictioneers. A 100 word photo prompt based on the weekly changing picture (no murders for going slightly over).

copyright-adam-ickes Photo Copyright : Adam Ickes

The last box was done, taped and sealed. So much of her life packed into boxes.  An inventory of memories, wrapped in yesterday’s paper, the irony wasn’t lost on her. Each box held a time, a place and a piece of her past.

Cedar Acres retirement village would be just what she needed. No more lonely nights with only Gerald for company. Gerald’s glass eye almost winked.  Bob had said he needed more rams for his computer and an idea had struck. When the stuffed head arrived by courier, his weak heart had given out on the doorstep. The life insurance arrived not long after his porn subscription ended.


My End And My Beginning


Original Photo : Sonny Abesamis /


You’re my end and my beginning,

You’re the whole of who I am,

You’re my rescue when I’m drowning,

You’re my ship upon dry land,


You’re my summer and my winter,

You’re the reason I evolve,

You’re my seasonal transition,

You’re the breeze of my resolve,


You’re my morning and my evening,

You’re the air within my day,

You’re my breath as I am waking,

You’re the mist before I lay,


You’re my darkness and my light,

You’re the pigment in my soul,

You’re my palette and my paintbrush,

You’re the canvas of my all,


You’re my end and my beginning,

You’re the whole of who I am.