The reading list for the impending summer-break; the eclectic choices of kids bring a subtle smile on the librarian’s face
dusty editions from the hoary archives would be thumbed frequently he was glad to see reading back into the map of young ones’ consciousness.
Written for dVerse quadrille Monday. Today’s host, De, asks us to write a quadrille of exactly 44 words, including the word map in it. My quadrille is a nod to Björn and his librarian.
The sea of intemperate words turned cataclysmic heated arguments rose like angry waves fanaticism battered tolerance the red-flag of religious bigotry overwhelmed me with helpless rage I retreated to my inner island cold anger has chiseled my quill it spells out the unpalatable truth.
Written for dVerse and wdys. Today’s host, Sanaa, says: Carve us a poem out of the word “Spell,” and make it precisely 44 words long, not counting the title ofcourse.
My furlough turned out to be much longer than intended. I had thought it would be easy to keep up with blogging while visiting my mom and brother’s family. With other siblings and their kids joining in, it turned out to be a fun family get together after three long years. I don’t watch TV news but a completely avoidable controversial comment on religion, which brought international shame(and provoked this poem), sickened me to the core. I stayed away from writing to process my despair and anger. Today’s two prompts seemed the right vehicle to blog again.
The wandering muse is a whimsical captor choosing randomly willing slaves for amusement lavishing gifts of ideas and words nurturing the fledgling giving it wings to soar Yet like a deft kite-flyer controlling the flight then suddenly when it takes her fancy moving on.
Written for dVerse. Today’s host, De Jackson says: Muse. Musing. Amusement. Amused. Use it as a noun or verb or pen some fabulous whimsical word usage of your own.