This week for Sacha’s #Writespiration challenge we are to write a day in the life of a pair of shoes. Not only that but we have to use only 52 words!
We may not be sexy and chic
Worn every day of the week
It’s comfort, not style
That makes us worthwhile
And the fact we don’t leak!
We never complain of our fate
Squashed beneath all her weight
Stomping all day long
Still going strong
Despite looking a bit of a state!
For this week’s Writespiration, Sacha has given us ‘blackout’- to use as our prompt. I wasn’t sure which way to go with it, but this is what I ended up with!
As I sit there watching the big screen
All settled in for the night
Everything’s suddenly gone quiet
And someone has turned off the light.
The pitch black makes me feel nervous
I don’t like being here on my own
I can’t haven’t got any candles
And the where in the hell is my phone?
It feels like the set of a movie
Where the killer is hiding upstairs
Waiting until the right moment
To capture his prey, unawares
My heart is starting to race now
My throat is all parched and dry
I need to go to the toilet
And I’m just about ready to cry!
When, suddenly a massive explosion
Of light and sound dims my fears
I can relax and calm down now
As the opening credits appear.
This week for Sacha’s Writespiration prompt we are asked to write about nostalgia that hurt. For obvious reasons this poem is a little more serious than my usual ones!
I thought my life was over
The day I walked away
Ten years down the drain
Nothing left to say
I gave you everything I had
My heart, my love, my soul
But, you had never loved me
Just wanted to be in control
The day that we got married
You said that I was fat
Just two guests at our wedding
It was over in 10 minutes flat!
Then you became possessive
And wracked with jealousy
Stupidly I was pleased
Thought it meant you cared for me
I always wanted children
You said you wanted none
Yet an affair I found out later
Had produced your eldest son
I really tried to make it work
But I became so trodden down
The final straw was knowing
That your wife had come to town.
I left your life with nothing
But a few clothes that I packed
And the freedom to be me again
And to never, ever look back!
I loved the prompt for Sacha’s Writespiration this week, where we are to write about when something is not what it seems!
Tonight he’s feeling lucky
As he chats to the blonde at the bar
She really is a stunner
The best looking girl by far
Her boobs are pert and rounded
Her teeth so pearly white
With hair so long and lustrous
And a bum so firm and tight.
They leave the bar together
And end up at her place
He knows what’s about to happen
And his heart begins to race
He starts to kiss her deeply
And his hands begin to roam
It was not what he expected
When he encounters silicone!
He moves on swiftly upwards
And runs his hands all through her hair
But it feels all hard and bumpy
With the extensions that are there!
His ardour is now waning
As he gropes her peachy bum
And encounters control knickers
That hide a wobbly tum!
This is not what he signed up for
There must be some mistake
This perfect looking woman
Was really just all fake!
For this week’s Writepiration Challenge Sacha has asked us to write about ‘Utopia’ and what it means to us.
I actually struggled with this, as although the idea of Utopia is brilliant in theory, I am not sure it would actually be that wonderful in reality. A case of being ‘careful what you wish for’ comes to mind!
Anyway, here is my take on it.
There is no such thing as Utopia
But if there was, for me it would be
Days filled with beautiful sunshine
And home would be right by the sea.
There would be no sickness or hunger
Crime would never exist
No wars, struggles, or conflicts
Or hospital waiting lists!
Everyone would be equal
Regardless of colour or creed,
Gender and sexual preference.
There would be no children in need.
But what if life were so perfect?
With never a worry or fear
Nothing to strive or save up for
Everything you need is right here.
Being constantly happy
With everything going your way
May get kind of boring
Like a Utopian Groundhog Day!
For Sacha’s Writespiration this week, I was trying to think about when I was ‘on the edge’ as that is her prompt, then I remembered something very special, an event that happened when I was about seventeen.
After you have read it for the first time, you might want to go back and sing it, as it might make more sense! (I don’t want to give it away right now)!
It’s close to midnight
And something special’s just about to start
I’m so excited
I can feel the rapid pounding of my heart
I’ve stayed up late
Just so I can watch this special moment
Never before
Had something like this happened on tv
Only in movies!
Yes it was Thriller, Thriller night
And I was sitting there, right on the edge of my seat
You know, killer, Thriller night
The moment had arrived and it was
Perfect, amazing, that niiiiiight
Zombies and undead,
creeping from their graves in the dead of night
Michael and Ola,
Walking home under the full moonlight
He starts to change
But first of all, she doesn’t seem to notice
Then he looks strange
As she looks at him
Right between the eyes
He’d been Zombified!
Yes, it was Thriller, Thriller night…..
I loved Sacha’s post today combining her 1000 speak and Writespiration prompts. Her mini rant on the expression ‘grow some balls’ set me off as well, and I decided that my contribution would be a poem on this subject. I then realised that actually, the prompt was to write about a struggle, but never mind, I think it still fits!
A quick word of warning. If you are offended by references to genitalia then this might not be for you!
When it’s time to’ man up’
We are told to ‘grow to a pair’
Balls will make us stronger
But that’s not very fair!
Why are they so special?
To make us act so tough
In those awful moments
When life gets really rough.
Gonads are quite tender
And one kick in the jewels
Can render someone helpless
Plus make them look such fools!
Women are much stronger
There are no ifs and buts.
We have to push a child out
Despite the rips and cuts
You don’t find women fretting
On having to wear a box
Scared that being sporty
Will break their precious cocks!
If you want to show some strength
Balls are pretty minor
I suggest you ‘woman up’
Grow yourself a vagina!
Sacha has given us the prompt of ‘rusty’ this week for her Writespiration challenge. I didn’t feel that I would be able to come up with a story this time, so I have gone with a poem instead.
I am pretty rubbish at English
And Maths was never my thing
I was always bewildered by Science
As for Music, I never could sing!
I was totally lost in Geography
History was never that clear
Religious Studies were hopeless
PE had me quaking in fear!
French was not my best subject
And Spanish I had not a clue
Cookery was never my forte
And Art was disastrous too!
So when my daughter struggles with homework
And asks me to help if I could
I tell her that I am a ‘bit rusty’
Rather than I’m just not very good!
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