Monthly Archives: September 2014
The Dragon – Sunday Photo Fiction
AnElephantCant ever be big-headed You never hear him boasting or bragging He can’t flit or fly Like a bird in the sky And he can’t roast chestnuts or potatoes like a dragon This is a weekly invitation to write a … Continue reading
silent song bird
the view is very different since my world turned upside down when once I was the leading man I am now the tearstained clown I think I can write the perfect script but each time I find the wrong word … Continue reading
Wine Cellar – Friday Fictioneers
AnElephantCant always write a new rhyme Sometimes he can’t write anything useful at all Do you think he is wrong To steal words from a song When the bottles are not green and they do not hang on a wall … Continue reading
Fair Sphere – Sunday Photo Fiction
AnElephantCant always be well behaved He often gets into all sorts of trouble He does nothing too grievous But he can be mischievous He apologises for bursting the bubble This is a weekly invitation to write a short piece of … Continue reading
her eyes
she feels the heartache deep inside she feels the wind blow through her eyes she understands an elephant’s heart she knows why he lies down and cries she has a gently loving soul she never intends to cause him pain … Continue reading
The Walk – Friday Fictioneers
AnElephantCant write a rhyme this week He only has time for a very short addendum Please take it on trust He does what he must He is home to back Yes in the Independence Referendum Once again it is Friday … Continue reading
The Prisoners
The Prisoners The five men have been prisoners for 300 long years. They have attempted to escape previously, but a lack of unified commitment has always thwarted them. That, and the guards, ten times their number, who spread lies, doubt … Continue reading
Partick Station – Sunday Photo Fiction
AnElephantCant always speak plainly He often writes bizarrely obscure rhymes If you want to understand His story as planned You may well have to read between the lines This is a weekly invitation to write a short piece of fiction … Continue reading
the mirror’s purpose
he reflects the mirror’s purpose and he writes of far off things there is the whisper of an echo in the second song the angel sings in the second song the angel sings the rhymes are clearly forced the … Continue reading
Reflected Glory – Friday Fictioneers
AnElephantCant look into a mirror A truer word you will never hear spoken It is rather a pity But he is not very pretty And the mirror would be catastrophically broken Once again it is Friday Fictioneer time. With reflective … Continue reading