Tag Archives: Parent

Fairytale Prompt #2 – Stepmother

Posted on April 4, 2014 by Michael

Father married, The beautiful Lady Jane Red hair flowing, Teeth flashing Crocodile smile.   A happy couple Perfect match, Celebrated widely Children askance New mother is evil.   A wolf in sheep’s clothing Gentle but brutal Father oblivious Never to … Continue reading →

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Prompt 46 Bitter Loathing

Posted on March 9, 2014 by Michael

My girls are expecting, New babies are a joy, excitement is mounting, Come September, two more treasures There will be eight. Daughter two calls She is doing well, baby growing, kicking. She has fifteen weeks to go. Her son, he … Continue reading →

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Days with My Son.

Posted on February 13, 2014 by Michael

I  have spent the past two days working with my son on  a mural on the outside of the Newcastle Art Gallery. It has been the most rewarding of days, being with him again is such a treat for me. … Continue reading →

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Prompt 42 Tired Surrender

Posted on February 9, 2014 by Michael

These weeks I can see the end You decline as each day passes First oxygen, Then the mask. The gradual filling of your lungs Breathing difficult Straining, rasping, My heart is torn seeing you like this. In desperation I ask … Continue reading →

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Friday Fictioneers – The Electric

Posted on February 5, 2014 by Michael

My grandparents grew up when kerosene lamps were the only form of lighting. When the electric arrived their old house became a beacon of light to all around. In their fascination they became hoarders of every form of lighting they … Continue reading →

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Haibun Thinking: Week 2 – Mum’s Powl

Posted on January 28, 2014 by Michael

This week there are two prompts I have chosen:   Gathering her brows like gathering storm, Nursing her wrath to keep it warm Robert Burns     Mum is standing at he door, tapping her foot, its clear how agitated … Continue reading →

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Poem 93 – Memories and Mementos

Posted on January 26, 2014 by Michael

I left for work You were your happy self I called during the day You said you loved me.   I came home, you were crying A box of tissues at the ready Soggy ones at your feet. Your dad … Continue reading →

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D’verse – MeetingTheBar: Bedtime stories, tall tales….& the art of story telling

Posted on January 24, 2014 by Michael

Bedtime Story The sun had long set, it was time for bed. Jack looked up at his mother, telling her He wanted a story. Jack’s mother liked telling her small boy stories. She liked that his eyes were riveted On … Continue reading →

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Friday Fictioneers – Our Farm

Posted on January 23, 2014 by Michael

Life was not easy. I never understood why grandad bought the block he did. Always on a lean could well have been our family motto. So I was born into the family’s burden of tending fields cut into the hill … Continue reading →

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Poem 87 – Is It Any Wonder I’m Out On Me Feet?

Posted on January 18, 2014 by Michael

At sparra fart, I’m out walking the dogs, A quick jog in the park and then home. Into the shower, before the morning rush Hubby and kids descending en masse.  Mess.   Is it any wonder I’m out on me … Continue reading →

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