#nofilter – A Haiku

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Sunlight filtering

Through pristine puffs of white cloud:

Picture perfect view.

Emma H, age 26, 13/11/2017

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Homeless

We raised pillars of commitment

On foundations of loyalty

Built walls of solid love

Cemented with each kiss

Roofed with care and tenderness

Erected turrets and towers

To take our relationship to new heights

Installed windows

To gaze out upon our future

Warmly insulated with affection

Furnished with devotion

Decorated with adoration

Fireplaces crackling with passion

Gardens of friendship lovingly tended

And through years of wear and tear

We renovated and repaired

Each fissure, each broken promise

Of our patchwork palace.

But alas we could not hide

The cracks in our foundations

Rocked by our earthquakes

And when you slammed the door

Our fragile house fell down.

You sought shelter elsewhere

The stability I could not provide

A sturdier home

To house your hopes and dreams

A love fortified

But I still roam

These crumbling ruins

Of our once proud castle

Derelict and dilapidated

The ashes of our endeavours

A shell of shadows

Still haunted by your ghost

But in the dust of this destruction

The remnants of our construction

Remind me that our love

Was once a real thing of beauty

And never

A waste of time.

Emma H, age 27, 02/01/2018


This poem was inspired by the gorgeous song “Palace”, by the fantastically talented Sam Smith. You may recognise it from the soundtrack of a recent festive advert from Apple. I am a huge fan of Sam Smith; his songs are always lyrically exquisite and heartfelt. I wish I had the ability to express my emotions so eloquently! “Palace” is one of my favourite songs from his latest album, “The Thrill of It All”. You can listen to him singing it live here:

Roadmap

So we’ve come to yet another Throwback Thursday, this one has come around very quickly!
Today’s poem is Roadmap, about the comings and goings of life, and how the smallest decision can have a big impact on the direction of our future.

In Emma World

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Life is labyrinthine

Infinite branches

Multitudinous tracks and trails

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Suspicion – A Haiku

I have a sad hunch

That you don’t truly love me;

Just a game for you.

Emma H, age 27, 16/01/2018

 


Composed for Colleen’s Poetry Challenge no.67 – “Guess” & “Play”. The particular difficulty with this challenge is that you can only use synonyms for the prompt words! To find out more you can follow the link below:

Colleen’s Weekly #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 67 – Play & Guess #SynonymsOnly

 

 

Murder Most Fowl – #writephoto

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Mavis Perkins had always believed in omens.

 

Anything and everything she saw was a portent. That black cat crossing the pavement ahead of her? A sign that her washing machine would soon break down. Butterfly flying in through the window? She must be due a tenner in the lottery. Three magpies perching on the roof of No. 8? Well, then they would soon be expecting a beautiful, bouncing, baby girl.

I saw her one Monday morning watering the hanging baskets by her front door when I was late for work. She gave me a wave and motioned to a stark black bird sitting solemnly in the budding tree between our front gardens.

“See that crow? Omen of death, that is. You best watch yerself, Nigel.”

“I will do Mavis, will do.”

I jumped into my car and reversed off the driveway. As I pulled away, I saw Mavis eyeing the visiting bird with a mixture of fear and apprehension.

 

Every day that week I saw the statuesque crow in the tree, when I left for work in the morning and returning home in the evening. It was odd for sure, but I left it in peace. But as the week progressed, Mavis Perkins became increasingly agitated. She would spy on the bird between the gaps her kitchen blinds. She would play loud noises on her phone in the hope of scaring it off. I even saw her combing her lawn for four-leafed clovers to try to ward off any deathly bad luck. One evening, she came charging out of her house with a broom and shoved it up into the branches.

“Be gone you foul creature!” she huffed, jabbing her broom furiously. “Shoo! Shoo!”

But the crow remained ever still, ever silent, watching her intently.

 

At the weekend, I decided to wash my car despite the somewhat gloomy weather. I paused beneath the leafless tree and the crow cocked his head towards me, staring with his intelligent beady eyes. I nodded curtly to him; he cawed quietly and ruffled his feathers in response. It was the first time I’d seen him move all week.

Ten minutes later, Mavis emerged from her house, car keys jingling in her hands. I saw her glance suspiciously at our avian neighbour.

“Morning Nigel,” she trilled.

“Morning Mavis,” I replied dutifully, “Off out?”

“Just popping to the shops, I’m out of catfood,” she said simply, shooting the crow another wary look.

She got into her little white Fiat and started the engine. To my surprise, the crow took flight with a loud caw like a battle cry. Within moments, more of the birds began to appear on the street. Twenty, then thirty of them swarming in the air. Mavis drove off down the road, oblivious, pursued by the plague of crows. Shrieking, they launched themselves towards the Fiat’s windscreen. I watched in horror and awe as Mavis put her foot down in shock, accelerated, swerved across the road and veered headfirst into the lamppost outside No. 8.

The murder of crows scattered into the grey sky. Death had come for Mavis in the fowl-est way.

 

But then, I guess she should’ve seen it coming.

 

Emma H, age 27, 17/01/2018

 


Written for Sue Vincent’s #writephoto “Crow” prompt. To check out the challenge, you can follow the link here:

Thursday photo prompt – Crow #writephoto

For my first #writephoto entry of the year, I opted for a bit of dark humour. I’m not sure how successful I’ve been, but many thanks to Sue for the great prompt 🙂