Sitting in a bar the other day I was asked what I had to say About state of the railway station And what was wrong with United Nations. I said problem with station is trains are late, And the UN angered the United States. Anyhow it’s no good asking me I’m just about as dumb as you can be, Ask a professor under a dreaming spire Of that university in Oxfordshire. I am sure that he will be able To furnish you with graphs and tables, To explain any problem big or small Without using any facts at all. As for me my limited education Provided very little information Useful for answering general questions About world affairs or railway stations.
How Futile is the fight with ignorance on both sides.
The enemy was invisible our defenses outsmarted Behind anonymous masks fights had already started, They recruited from the orphanage and prison as well And from girls that mean business in the seedy hotel, Those who never knew innocence those with no name All headed up to the front just to keep in the game.
We can’t get away from them these days, so this week’s prompt is:
Now, apart from the obvious current use to keep infection at bay, there seems to be a vast array of masks as well as reasons to wear them. There is, of course, masked balls (never been to one, have you?), those fancy Venetian masks, gas masks, the masks bank robbers wear, or disguises, masks of famous people… well, I could go on, but I’m sure you’ll be able to think of other examples for yourselves. Don’t forget, you can write in any format: fiction; poetry; creative non-fiction; or even a script (haven’t seen any of those for a while.. give it a go!). Have fun with it! We look forward to reading your work.
Long lost photographs Exhumed from dusty albums Form a fistful of lost faces Which stare out accusingly Against their long isolation. I let the memories slip in Through the gateway of my eyes, A small stream of the remembered Flowing across a wilderness Of the forgotten. Among them I see her unforgotten face, My brain turning ventriloquist To remind me of her voice.
Oh the solitude of longing And the solitude of loss, The loss of our belonging The longing for those lost.
Pete has come up with another of his stories incorporating song titles – a great writing challenge for any fan – of books, songs … whatever – GB Stamps?
He had underlined the titles, but we’re going to have more fun: Cliff Richard is the only act to have had a number one single in the UK in five consecutive decades, so even some young ones will know quite a few. (Did you see what I did there?) It’s not an exhaustive list – but how many of the 34 contained, can you find?
In the early 80’s I was in my early 30’s and feeling like a bachelor boy after splitting with my wife Samenita.
For my summer holiday, I decided to take in the sights of Rio de Janeiro and visit the famous Copacabana Beach, a place I had always dreamed of, after hearing the song by Barry Manilow.
My second day there was the day I met Marie. To me, she was the most beautiful girl in the world. We happened to meet on the beach , where she was dancing very provocatively. It was her wonderful tanned skin and slim body that attracted me to her, and I couldn’t blame it on the Bossa Nova. I felt good vibrations, and as a lump came into my throat, I nervously told her. “I think I’m going to fall in love with you.” It felt like a schoolboy crush all over again.
Her little hand tightened its grip on mine. “Yes, I could easily fall in love as well.”
I hope you are all still keeping well, and coping ok with the continuing lockdown. Many of us now are dreaming of returning to some semblance of normality, wondering what the new world will look like post lockdown.
So this week we are giving a nod to that concept and we’re asking you to write something using the prompt:
Of course, it doesn’t have to relate to the current situation at all, it could be about after you’ve eaten (or drunk) too much; after a losing (or winning) game; after the party; or with VE day remembrance in mind… after the war. As usual, these are just some suggestions to get you going… let your imagination loose and write in any form you like: poetry; fiction; creative non-fiction; prose poetry….. well, you get the gist… any old way that gets your pen or your fingers on the keyboard moving. Have fun.
Ah Ha! Another picture prompt for you. Now, what do you make of this one? Is he a robot seeking knowledge…? Well, that was my first thought, but then.. perhaps he’s a toy lost in a library; perhaps we all feel like robots sometimes and he’s a reflection of a current mood; perhaps your batteries are running low, particularly at this time of turmoil; maybe the book is relevant… is it your favourite book (why do you love this book?); a gardening book; a book about learning to fly; a cookery book; an encyclopedia? Why is it so dark? What happens next? Deadly serious or rib-ticklingly funny?
One of the first things I learnt when trying out picture prompts is to look for the five ‘W’s:
Who – Who is the picture about? What – What happened? Where – Where did the event occur? When – When did the event occur? Why – Why did it happen? (some also add an ‘H’ – How did it happen?)
It’s a useful place to start whether you are writing prose or poetry, fiction or non-fiction. Remember, this is just a prompt… the picture doesn’t have to feature at all, it’s just to get you on the runway.
Go on…let go of the strings of your imagination and let your pen (or keyboard!) fly!