It’s half past nine on a Sunday morning.
Sitting on the steps beneath The Old
Market Cross, I’m waiting for you.
Little platoons of cars advance onto the
Pay and Display, squatting on the bleached
tarmac that was once a busy market square.
Here in Retford the rain this week has been pretty biblical with lots of flooding creating havoc locally. So this week, it seems appropriate to go with the prompt of
Use it any way you like – the obvious; flooded roads and fields, floods of tears, or the not so obvious; outpouring of words; flooded with relief… that sort of thing. I’m sure you can think up a few original and fun ways to use it! We look forward to reading your ideas.
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May I tell you God, what happened to me?
For I swear, it is the truth,
about some of your followers,
who to me were so, uncouth.
Whilst sitting beside a gravestone,
rolling a cigarette,
I decided to talk, with you my Lord,
a day I won’t forget.
Relaxing there, outside the church,
one had the urge, to go inside,
in order to make my peace with you,
yes, just in case I died.
Now I’ve never been, a religious man,
it never was my need,
each day I’ve lived, hand to mouth,
you see, I have no time for greed. Continue reading
The dance was over,
The drunk and the sober
Were leaving to walk into the night,
The last of the sinners
The losers and winners,
Exposing their dreams to reality’s light.
I bought a new car, of which I was most proud
A long wheelbase XJ Jaguar which stood out from the crowd
To be fair it was quite a big car and needed caution around town
Otherwise, if pushing past, it would make some motorists’ frown
I kept it very clean and polished, its black paint did gleam
And even the wheels did glisten and shine
So, when I put a mark on it, I really did pine
Inspired by Bassetlaw Museum’s ‘Museum Stories and Objects‘ exhibition, of which Retford Writer, Kevin Murphy, is a participant, this week’s prompt is:
Just for a change, I’m not going to suggest you use this in any way you like, instead, it would be good to hear about your favourite, most treasured, object. It can of course be anything and you can write a story, a poem, a bit of flash fiction, or any other form you like.
So, about this object of yours… first of all, what is it? What shape/colour/material? Where did you get it? Where do you keep it? Why? Are there sentimental connections? Does it do anything (a music box perhaps?)…. these are just a few suggestions.
Personally, I’ve got lots of ‘favourite’ objects (I’m a sentimental sort), but amongst them is my Tibetan Singing Bowl which I use for meditation, and well, just ‘cos I like to. I’ll tell you all about it some time….
I have this itch I need to scratch
But don’t know if I should?
For if I pull the scab off
We might all be bathed in blood!
Yet if I don’t I’ll be annoyed
Until my dying day
It aggravates and irritates
And will not go away.
But sometimes such dilemmas
Are best just left alone
For when we start to pick at them
We dig down to the bone.
Then soon we find that ‘niggle’
Is a chasm deep and wide
A fundamental problem
With division on each side!
So what now can we do to heal,
What remedy, what ease?
Is there salve enough to soothe
Or balm that will appease?
Have we scratched until this wound
Became a cancerous sore?
Rotten now, decaying
And infected to our core?