Wednesday’s Words on a Friday

This meme was started by Delores a long time ago. It was great fun and when she had to give up blogging, it was taken over by a number of people, coordinated by Elephant’s Child. The meme supplies prompts as a means to encourage people to write, in whatever format they please. The words for this week have been supplied by Sandi but can be found here.

This week’s words/prompts are:

reflection   mirror   deception   air   heir

seed   planting   harvest  forget   due

 

The mirror is no master of deception;

The harvest of my life is laid out bare;

The seeds forget their planting – no reflection

Can dissipate the fate to which they’re heir.

 

If I could go back and plant again those seeds,

Would my life’s harvest be a different hue,

Or would I commit a second time those deeds

For which my punishment now is due?

 

Forgive my sombre air of introspection -

The mirror shows me all I have to share,

Try as I might I can’t avoid reflection

When seated in the bright hairdresser’s chair.

 

 

Wednesday’s Words on a Friday

This meme supplies prompts as a means to encourage people to write. The words for this week have been supplied by Elephant’s Child and can be found here.

 

Grandmama, on holiday,

Visited a gallery.

Art, she said, was not for her,

What she really would prefer

Would be to purchase a machine

That stitched a perfect winter scene

To hang upon her bedroom wall,

Or even in her entrance hall.

 

Her grandson, ruthless brain at work,

Thought he’d found the perfect perk;

He’d build the system very cheap,

(But make his pricing very steep

To fleece his Grandma of her wealth

And then, by steps, her wits and health)

As he started plans in motion,

Grandmama perceived his notion.

 

She raised her hand, said, ‘Thank you, dear,

It strikes me it would be quite drear

To look at winter all the year.

I’ll buy instead a moving frame,

Digital is I think its name,

Then no two days will be the same.

Duplicity is the road to Hell.’

She smiled, he frowned, they said ‘Farewell.’

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                            

 

 

 

Wednesday’s Words on a Friday

This meme supplies prompts as a means to encourage people to write. The words for this week have been supplied by Elephant’s Child and can be found here.

Jacques the jelly fish was relaxing, idling the day away, when, to his consternation, he found he had drifted away from his salty environment into the fresh estuarine water. He was agitated, even though he knew that some of his distant cousins lived in fresh water lakes. He feared he would not find the minerals he required and thought he would soon be in extreme difficulties.

It was pure luck, then, that through the thick stems of the cattails, he spotted a wash of blue. It was the ocean, his true home, and he knew that he must swim towards it.

He was speeding on his way when suddenly, he was jolted awake. He smelt the citrus scented soap his beloved owner used in her bath. He knew he was about to be pressed into service to exfoliate her lovely legs. Jacques sighed happily. Life could not get any better than this!

 

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Wednesday's Words on a Friday

 

 Wednesday's Words on a Friday  07.12.2022

It was just nine days to Christmas and Charlotte hummed to herself as she lit the candles in the dining room. Everyone, the whole family, was coming for the holiday. There would be twenty-five in all, ranging in age from eighty-nine–year old Elizabeth to her youngest grandchild, aged four. She had missed them all so much, even her Aunt Elizabeth, who could be very trying.

She knew, in her heart of hearts, that Elizabeth tried to be sociable and cheerful, but she monopolised every conversation, and, being slightly deaf, spoke very loudly. Her sole topic of conversation centred on her many ailments and operations. The rest of the family had heard her stories too many times and found it almost impossible to strike a balance between sympathy and irritation.

The younger members did little to disguise their boredom and Charlotte worried that Elizabeth would notice their lack of interest and take offence. She giggled as she pictured herself dancing a bizarre ballet between the various groups, trying to be a good hostess, and make sure that everyone was happy.

Then she sighed. It was no good. She had to face facts. The worst offender, and the most likely to upset Aunt Elizabeth, was her eldest grandddaughter, a lovely girl, full of humour, but not overly sensitive to others’ feelings. She was, however, easily offended herself. Charlotte knew that she would have to bite the bullet and broach the subject of tact and diplomacy with her granddaughter quietly before Elizabeth arrived. Her granddaughter would soon recover from any discomposure, Charlotte was sure.

Her mobile chimed its cheery tone. It was her cousin, Elizabeth’s son. When she had disconnected the call, she gazed blindly at the candles and wished that she could listen to Elizabeth’s stories just one more time.