1.2.14
Furious assault –
hail…
lightning…
rain…
Calm
Six Word Saturday (2) Temper
02 Feb 2014 Leave a comment
in free verse, Minimal Word Stones, Poetry, Six Word Stones Tags: elements, Freak weather, poetry, Storm, weather, Winter
Six Words for Saturday – Catching Up
29 Dec 2013 Leave a comment
in Minimal Word Stones, Six Word Stones Tags: mindfulness, peace, quiet, solitude, thinking, time to think, writing
28.12.13
Peaceful
moments alone.
Pen to paper.
Six Word Saturday – All’s fair in love and Divorce
08 Dec 2013 Leave a comment
in Minimal Word Stones, Six Word Stones Tags: broken families, Christmases in split households, divorce, extended family Christmas, My turn your turn, Sharing Christmas, when parents split
7.12.13
Tickets booked.
Scottish Christmas…
Home alone.
SWS: The Light Fantastic
04 Dec 2013 Leave a comment
in Six Word Stones Tags: Christmas Lantern Parade, family, Festivities, on the mainland, visiting relatives
30.11.13
Trapped within a Christmas lantern conga!
Six Word Stone – Indulgence
26 Nov 2013 2 Comments
in Minimal Word Stones, Six Word Stones Tags: 3D films, Catching Fire, cinema, Dr Who, Dr Who 50th Anniversary, friends, generosity, Getting treated, The Hunger Games sequel
23.11.13
Two cinema visits in one night!
Six Word Saturday – Anticipation!
17 Nov 2013 Leave a comment
in Minimal Word Stones, Six Word Stones Tags: Films, Suzanne Collins, The Huger Games
Watching The Hunger Games – Sequel Saturday!
Weatherbound
09 Nov 2013 Leave a comment
in Minimal Word Stones, Six Word Stones Tags: cars, prey to the elements, travel, weather
Hailstones march down windscreen…no escape!
Trespass
26 Oct 2013 Leave a comment
in observational prose, Six Word Stones Tags: break in, burglary, crime, family, helplessness, intruder, love, observational prose, When unwanted thoughts intrude on the mind
Six words for Saturday
Sitting on a sofa – intruder enters…
Boulder version
Half an hour into Saturday and I hear a tale that sends a shiver through my shoulders and I wish that I weren’t so far away.
Helplessly I listen; many questions start to flood yet, before I can ask, she has to go out in the darkness to look for their drunken intruder. A while later, not knowing whether it is the right thing…the right time…I send a text.
‘Please ring.’
Swiftly I get a response. They’ve all gone to bed and she’ll ring me in the morning.
I tell her that I love her.
After a moment she replies that she loves me too.
Helen Jane Merritt Musings from a Random Mind 