Daily Writing Part 56. Story of Poems 18

Random words of the day: Roof. Poker

I’ve actually spent quite a bit of time thinking on what to write today when I realized which day it was. It was a Friday. That meant another installment of The Artist’s Tale. And there it is. Sorry I don’t have more to say, about today’s writing process or anything else. I’m fairly tired. It’s been a long busy day. I’d say it was a good day, though. Yeah, definitely a good day. Now, let’s get back to the story.


The Artist’s Tale. Chapter 2
We’re almost there,” the seagull cawed
And scanned the ground below
But did not note the gang of cultists
Hidden by the snow

It landed in an eerie field
Where few souls dared to tread
Before chapel dark as coal
With massive doors of lead

A dozen cultists then jumped out
They cried a frightening yell
And swiftly climbed the chapel’s tower
To ring its ancient bell

Into the chapel! Quickly now!”
A sharp voice hissed and cried

But do turn off your mobile phone!
And leave your shoes outside!”

The chapel doors by moonlight lit
Flung open fast and wide
With great surprise the artist saw
Their parents stood inside

The seagull flew up on the roof
Let out some frightful caws
The cultists then enclosed it fast
With pokers in their claws

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For the first chapter of The Artist’s Tale click here.

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Daily Writing Part 55

Random words of the day: Flea. Calm. Spirit

Yeah, see. There it goes. Stress and emotion because of the imminent moving getting the better of me, rendering me not quite unable to write, but certainly kicking me out of the mood to do so yesterday. I wouldn’t be surprised if this will come up some more in the upcoming couple of days. I guess I’ll make up for it when the Double Dose Weekends come around. For now, though, a simple limerick with a punny little title. ^_^


Fleating Apparition
A brave little flea down in Wight
Encountered a spirit one night
But quite unexpected
It stayed calm and collected
And scared it off with just one bite

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That Blasted Feeling

When three years ago I moved to where I’ll be living for less than two more weeks I had this horrible pit in my stomach. I didn’t want to be leaving my home for this new place I hardly knew. When my closet and bookcase had been taken apart for transport to my new place and I saw the empty spot where it had stood in my room I burst into tears. I hated this. I didn’t want this. If my past self knew how attached I would get to that place I didn’t want to go to for the world. And now, three years later, the pit has returned. Despite my room still having everything in it, despite going to a place familiar like few others, despite getting a great new apartment to live in and despite having faced this very feeling before, survived it and become stronger because of it, I can’t get that awful feeling out of my head. I know everything will be fine in a fairly short while and I can visit this place and the wonderful people there with ease, but leaving, saying goodbye, big changes in general: they’re tough. They’re really, really tough… So here’s a little haiku on that feeling inside my stomach, partly inspired by the wonderful David Tennant as the Tenth Doctor…


That Blasted Feeling
Approaching goodbye
How I hate melancholy
I don’t want to go..
.
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Daily Writing Part 54 + An Update

Random words of the day: Artist. Gnome. Song

And we’re back! After a great weekend away I’m ready to write out again! ^_~

First a little update. I actually got the keys to my new apartment today! The realization that I’m actually going to leave the place that has really grown on me throughout the past three years and get a place of my own feels simultaneously sad, strange and exciting. It’s not unlikely it will be showing in my writing in the near future, but for now the next couple of weeks will be about moving. I think I should be able to keep up my daily writing routine, but if there’ll be unannounced gaps you’ll know what’s going on. At the start of next month I should be settled and I hope to have the earlier announced new projects at least properly scheduled.

For now, though, let’s start the week off with another limerick, which, turned out a bit sadder than I had anticipated…


Bad Deal
An artist named Jean-Jacques Guillaume
Struck a deal with a treacherous gnome
When his soul had been sold
He gained a voice pure as gold
But each song that he sung turned to foam
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Done – A Follow-Up Frustration Haiku (catching up for 12-02-2015)

I know I have earlier dates to catch up for, but I thought I’d just take this one to fill up yesterday’s gap. Already having various missed days spread across the last month it just felt better to me not to spread out the gaps any further. This piece was written in the same vein as its predecessor last week. I suppose I could be somewhat thankful for these frustrations and their source for at least offering me inspiration, but tapping from a different, more positive well would certainly be preferable.


Done
Progress seems to crawl
One breath sends it crashing down
Chance wasted, hope fades

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Daily Writing Part 53. Story of Poems 17

Random words of the day: Parent. Moon

An early Artist’s Tale this week. Chances are I won’t be able to post tomorrow and possibly throughout the weekend, so I’d make sure the weekly dose of poem story would be out on time. A lot is already happening in these first couple of stanzas of the second part and they keep on happening today. I am wondering when the credit card, sunglasses and toothbrush are going to show up again.


The Artist’s Tale. Chapter 2
We’re almost there,” the seagull cawed
And scanned the ground below
But did not note the gang of cultists
Hidden by the snow

It landed in an eerie field
Where few souls dared to tread
Before chapel dark as coal
With massive doors of lead

A dozen cultists then jumped out
They cried a frightening yell
And swiftly climbed the chapel’s tower
To ring its ancient bell

Into the chapel! Quickly now!”
A sharp voice hissed and cried

But do turn off your mobile phone!
And leave your shoes outside!”

The chapel doors by moonlight lit
Flung open fast and wide
With great surprise the artist saw
Their parents stood inside

allyson-ricketts-haunted-house2


For the first chapter of The Artist’s Tale click here.

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Daily Writing Part 52

Random words of the day: Handbag. Policeman. Snack

Yet another one turning out slightly differently than the original intentions. Originally today’s limerick was going to have a bit of dark humour to it. Granny did still turn the tables on Benny but rather than what happened here she actually snacked on the mugger’s bones. Mostly because I found snack to be much more difficult to rhyme than I initially believed, though, it turned into what we have here now.


Not As Planned
A snack craving mugger named Benny
Took the handbag from a little old granny
A policeman showed up
With his trustworthy pup
But by then Ben got spanked on his fanny

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Who? Just your average descendant of two sea-faring peoples, recently graduated anthropology Master and aspiring author with a life-long passion for writing.

What? Uhm, human. I think... Also a bit crazy, but in a good way. I think...

Where? A land under the sea, far, far away. Occasionally with my head in the clouds.

Why? Trying to get both my work and my love for writing out there, sharing them with others and getting in touch with fellow writers, artists and other like-minded people.

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