Monthly Archives: March 2015
birds in pairs
a silver moon a bright blue sky the sea as dark as night trees dressed up in verdant green what colour are you inside the waves whisper across the sand the wind whispers a sigh my heart whispers a thought … Continue reading
The Holiday – Flash Fiction
AnElephantCant forget his USA trip He visits there just a year or two ago Of all the wonderful places Where he meets smiling faces The old hippy best loves San Francisco AnElephant is invited by the lovely, and Priceless, Joy to … Continue reading
Band Night – Friday Fictioneers
AnElephantCant play any instrument Not the bagpipes or a tuba or a drum He can’t even trumpet But like it or lump it He can bash out the rhythm with his trunk on his bum Once again it is Friday … Continue reading
The Dance – Sunday Photo Fiction
AnElephantCant boogie woogie He can’t skip the light fandango or turn cartwheels across the floor When he tries to dance Folk look at him askance Take him by the trunk and politely show him the door This is a weekly … Continue reading
over
you have always been so good to me you are beautiful and kind but your eyes no longer shine with joy and I sadly am not blind we both know that you don’t love me I’m now not sure you … Continue reading
The Wish – Friday Fictioneers
AnElephantCant find any inspiration His problems this week are rapidly mounting But he girds his loins Finds some coins And throws them into the fountain Once again it is Friday Fictioneer time. Fairy Godmother Rochelle makes dreams come true for … Continue reading
The Photographer – Sunday Photo Fiction
AnElephantCant walk a tight rope The idea quite frankly appals But squeeze him in a barrel And with no hint of a quarrel He happily plunges over the Falls This is a weekly invitation to write a short piece of … Continue reading
unforgettable
some memories never leave me like the sparkle in your eye you are truly unforgettable I will love you till I die your beauty makes my heart rejoice you inspire each waking hour each time you leave my world is … Continue reading
The Stump – Friday Fictioneers
AnElephantCant find a rhyme this week For that last bit of tree called a stump He is down in the dumps With a head full of lumps He is back down to earth with a bump Once again it is … Continue reading
The House on the Hill
On every bird there sits a tree Singing a song of love AnElephant hopes it is a very small tree Or an exceedingly muscular dove This is a weekly invitation to write a short piece of fiction (c. 150 words) … Continue reading