Beneath the rubble I could see bricks peeking through and my mind began to wander
Was there more underneath?
Perhaps an entire home was buried here
Who had lived here?
What had happened?
Perhaps it was an earthquake that rumbled years ago
Had the people survived?
Were their souls lingering here amongst the bricks buried beneath?
Today’s word is “elucidate.”
Write a post using that word. It can be prose, poetry, fiction, non-fiction. It can be any length. It can be just a picture or a drawing if you want. No holds barred, so to speak.
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Clearly, simply, shown
Rhyme Time’ focuses on the use of rhyme to build your writing piece. You will be given six rhyming words* and need to use all of them (but not limited to these) in your response, which should be a poetry form of your choice.
*Homophones can be used as alternatives to the challenge words.
Our rhyming words this week are:
I had to thatch a patch
I hoped that it would match
So, I mixed up a batch of thatch
Before the chicken eggs would hatch
Remembering also to put in a window catch
Vale- the world, or mortal or earthly life
Written for Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Wordle #206
Her boots were wet and had more than likely caused her to fall while walking down the summit. The pain was ineffable, and she was sure she had broken her ankle.
Laying on a bed of pine needles Laura looked up at the sky that was quickly turning grey. A storm was on the horizon.
Thinking she’d be left out here in the wild to die Laura tried to move. Slowly she made it a few feet closer to a tree she thought she would use to stand up. Extending her arm to the trunk of the tree and grabbing hold she dragged herself closer. With all her might she stood up.
Reflecting to her medical training she lightly tried to put a bit of weight on the injured ankle. Screaming out in pain she knew walking was not an option. Laura prayed that someone would find her before she died here in the vale.
My silly little poem was written in response to Denise’s Six Sentence Story Challenge over at Girlie on the Edge’s Blog. This weeks challenge was to use the word “Gallery”.
Mallory let’s go to the gallery
Sorry, no, not on my salary
Go ask Valerie to go with you to the gallery
I did and she’s having problems with her allergies
How about if I take you to that bar in Calgary
Only if you promise to buy me a daiquiri