Lady Skylark - Be...
|An English bird from Robin Hood's land. A lover of crafts, photography & writing; with an unquenchable thirst for learning. AKA: Soaring Skylark. 🐦|
#SKYLARK CHALLENGE -
WHAT IS THE SKYLARK CHALLENGE?
A weekly writing prompt that includes 4 carefully chosen words and a photo - except on occasions when it's a special challenge, known as a #SKYLARK SPECTACULAR! - or like recently, when we celebrated our Ist birthday 😱 and I created a very special set of prompts - with prizes!! But this doesn't happen normally.
WHAT ARE THE RULES?
• Use ALL 4 words exactly as they are written, but in any order you wish
• Using the photo is optional
• Write in any style, about any topic; of any length and genre.
* Use an alternative photo if you want and have fun!
* We have a beautiful Skylark stamp - created to mark our first bi...
Sherbet glow licks bricks
The setting sun sinking low
Blackbirds fly to roost
It's sheer beauty can be seen from a PERILOUS precipice, deep within the granite mountain. But few have made the FORBIDDEN journey from the safety of the village, down into it's gaping mouth and stood within the relic city of Ælenia.
Fewer still, have made it home to tell of the ENCHANTING song which pours from the weeping tree. Songs which flow when visited by a hopeless soul.
Stories of old, tell of a Tree of Hope, which sprang forth from the blood and tears, of an innocent spirit. Those who disappeared, never to return; are believed to have taken a way out of their misery, by desperate means. But those...
#SKYLARK CHALLENGE 82
A short story.
Standing beside the sink, her damp eyes follow the steady flow of raindrops on the kitchen window; soothing imploding thoughts.
The sky, a moody copper green today; threatens a storm. Appropriate weather given her shattered heart, she thinks. She fears her silent future in this home they shared - this home with so many unfulfilled dreams.
Dreams which included children and grandchildren - one day. Memories of her burning their breakfast, the RHYTHM of their love-making on a Sunday morning. She remembers how on returning from their honeymoon, he had scooped her up from behind to carry her ove...
Dark oppressive thoughts
But this too shall pass (thank goodness!)
Blinded by the light
I thought it was day, not night
The moon was so bright!
For the Northern Hemisphere, we often call the first full moon of springtime the Pink Moon, named after a pink flower called wild ground phlox. It can usually be seen around the same time. Other names for this full moon are Egg Moon, Sprouting Grass Moon, or Easter Moon.
A sound of laughter
Carried through the chestnut trees
Lay among fallen leaves
Inspired belatedly, by Janine's Haiku 2
I watched the fairies
Shimmer through fading sunlight
As the full moon rose
#Skylark Challenge 81
Sorry, it's a bit of a gloomy one. ❤
We have evolved since PRIMORDIAL time
From the arboreal ape with simple tools
To living in a complex world of our making
NATURE has given us given us developed brains
The ability to show emotion, to build and better ourselves
We are intelligent beings!
We pride ourselves on our ability to conquer death
Using science against itself
We pride ourselves on technology
That makes us fly faster than birds
We pride ourselves on imagination
That has taken us to the Moon
We are intelligent beings!
Yet, why is it that with the BIRTH of each generation
We kill mo...
Blackbirds sing out "good morning"
A new beginning
Dear Lady Skylark - Becca🐦,
Hey @Becca! I love to do your Skylark challenges. It's just awesome to see so many people doing & I get to read such wonderful entries from so many lovely writers including you as well!
And btw...You are the sweetest, who takes time to read & go through all write ups & even drops your lovely comments. I eagerly wait for your comments. You not only reason the writes up but also learn something out of them, like the words you don't know, or the things to didn't understand you ask for them too, &stuffs.
Reading that letter on your life's reality, made me understand, you're not understand a sweetest but also powerful & self-motivated person.
Hats off to your husband...
Entry Number 2
TOUCHING the MIRROR
Reflecting STACKED disarray
It felt MAGICAL
#Skylark Challenge 78
Time was STACKED against her. Reaching out her slender fingers, she stood where she was, and gripped the spine tightly with both fists - merely TOUCHING it was not a risk she could take. Ava hoped to goodness that this was the MAGICAL book, she'd heard so much about; because everything now depended upon it.
Ava saw the shape in the MIRROR almost as quickly as she felt the eyes on her back. Holding her breath she hoped her death would be quick and waited for the pain.
The professor's library, was a small room in the west tower. There was no hiding place here. If she was still visible, it would not only be the end o...
Dear SD, Janine, Becca and Violet,
Thank you for haiku..ing with me😊😊😊
Sharing few links I liked. Hope you will like them.
Another haiku or three were on the cusp of being written before I slept, but after being kept awake by Janine, E and the spark of creativity; my cat Percy has decided it's waaaaaay past my bedtime - and he does have a point. It's approaching 2.30am.
More from me tomorrow, if I rise before teatime!!
Haiku Challenge #2
I watched the rain drops
Shimmer through open windows
As I heard rumbles
For you, Janine.
I hope you like it.
Haiku Challenge #2
I watched the moonlight
Shimmer through old elm branches
As I watched bats fly
🤷 What's wrong with my brain? E is a GENIUS!