#3lineThursday & #NationalPoetryDay ‘Drops of Light’

This post was written in response to the picture prompt at Three Line Thursday.

It’s a simple and creative writing challenge: One picture. Your response. Three lines. Maximum thirty words. More information here

 

 

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Photo by Matt

DROPS

A drop of your soul

Gushed into my heart

Flooding the world with our tide.

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National Poetry Day. Theme: Light

National Poetry Day is on Thursday 8 October 2015 & the theme is Light. Celebrate our 21st birthday with a poem you love . Here’s mine!

Lingering

Inside my mind

Golden dreams

Hidden. My

Treasures.  

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Now go write some poetry! It’s liberating. It’s fun. It’s creative.

#3LineThursday: Memory and Desire

This post was written in response to the picture prompt at Three Line Thursday.

It’s a simple and creative writing challenge: One picture. Your response. Three lines. Maximum thirty words. More information here

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Picture by Tracy Ann. Find her on Twitter and Facebook.

My response: Nefertiti’s Eyes

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Hope is the cruelest dream, drawing

Tears from Nefertiti’s eyes, mixing

Her memory with my desire.

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I watched the flame, started writing, and Nefertiti’s image came to my mind. Here it is. I’ll never forget seeing this inspirational work of art at the Egyptian Museum in Berlin.

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By the way, no title is allowed in the challenge, but I’ve included one in my post. I find it hard to follow rules, so I bend them on my blog!

Take part and check out some of the other entries here

Three Line Thursday Challenge: Week Twenty-nine #3LineThursday

This week’s picture prompt for Three Line Thursday comes from the talented C. J. Ross.

 

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This is what the picture inspired me to write:

 

Your brush strokes my mind,

Your colours paint my sighs,

I’m a smudge me on your canvas.

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Would you like to read some of the other entries?

I received an Honorary mention for this entry. I am indeed honoured. Thank you to the judges. I love this contest!

Three Line Thursday #3lineThursday Week 28 and #WordBookDay 23rd April

Today is World Book Day according to UNESCO, to commemorate the deaths of Shakespeare and Cervantes.

And it’s Thursday, so it’s also Three Line Thursday. Being the efficient blogger, writer, and teacher that I am, I’ve linked both events in this post!

This is the photo prompt for Three Line Thursday. Rules: Three lines, no more than ten words per line.

The Naked Tree

Inspiration is like a naked tree.

Yet her artful pen crafts a budding orchard,

While the reader picks mellow fruit hanging from loaded stems.

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Writers imagine people, places and events, and build them up into stories, or poems, or flash fiction, or novels, and other types of fiction, while readers reap the fruits. That is why I’ll always prefer reading; it’s easier and more enjoyable.

Writing is hard. I mulled over the 24 words in The Naked Tree for hours, and anyone can read it in seconds; that’s how hard writing is! (I won’t tell you how many hours went into my novel, although I enjoyed almost every minute of it). On the other hand it’s rewarding to know that you can express your feelings, and reach and move people you don’t know and will never even meet.

 

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To celebrate World Book Day, at the Adult Education Centre where I teach English in the south of Spain, we have been carrying out ‘literary breakfasts‘ in our half-hour morning and afternoon breaks all week. Students and teachers talk about and discuss their favourite books, over coffee and biscuits.

We also prepared a Flash Fiction Challenge in English and Spanish (their native language). All the entries were printed on mini cardboard books and displayed along the main corridor, as you can see in this picture.

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Prizes, book tokens, were awarded today. This is one of the winning flashes.

 

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It wasn’t easy for them to write a 100-word creative flash with a first sentence prompt, in a foreign language, but they made a great effort (I did promise to make sure it had a positive effect on their marks!).

I’d never used flash fiction in class before, as I teach mainly use of English, which doesn’t include much literary creativity, but I was surprised how much they enjoyed writing, and talking about what they read. I’m definitely going to do it again.

 

How have you celebrated World Book Day?

Those of you who are teachers, have you used flash fiction in the classroom?

Three Line Thursday Week 23

Can there be joy in pain?

Release in death?

Beauty in tragedy?

Can my fingers tickle the water and play a tune?

Can my feet dance in quicksand?

Why not?

Sounds like I managed if I can write a three-line poem about it.

Picture prompt:

 

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The pianists fingers tickled the surface, while
his other arm reached out in search of air.
Nobody saw his toes dancing in the quicksand.

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Would you like to read some of the other entries?

Three Line Thursday Challenge

Entwined

Leaves trembling witnessed our promises.
Reverent stems watched over
your flesh and mine entwined.

@LucciaGray

Three Line Thursday: Three lines, maximum thirty words, in response to a weekly photo prompt.

Have a look at the rules, admire the photo prompt, read the other entries, and why not take part?

 

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The end of the winter and coming of spring reminds us of nature’s new cycle of rebirth, hope, and love.

There’s another chance; we can begin again, as we move forward.

This reminds me of Jane and Rochester’s passionate reunion after their traumatic separation. It is found in the last pages of Jane Eyre.

 

I arrested his wandering hand, and prisoned it in both mine.
‘Her very fingers!’ he cried; ‘her small, slight fingers! If so there must be more of her.’
The muscular hand broke from my custody; my arm was seized, my shoulder—neck—waist—I was entwined and gathered to him.
‘Is it Jane? WHAT is it? This is her shape—this is her size—‘
‘And this her voice,’ I added. ‘She is all here: her heart, too. God bless you, sir! I am glad to be so near you again.’
‘Jane Eyre!—Jane Eyre,’ was all he said.
‘My dear master,’ I answered, ‘I am Jane Eyre: I have found you out—I am come back to you.’

 

Although my portrayal of Edward Rochester is not favourable in All Hallows at Eyre Hall, there is no doubt in my mind of the sincerity of their love and passion in Jane Eyre.

However, Rochester’s obsession with Jane, as well as her excessive admiration of and submission to such an egocentric and ruthless character stand in the way of any chance of a positive development in their relationship in the long-term.

Love, like nature, must move on: eppure si muove.

The direction of the movement belongs to the seed of creativity.