Channeling Prometheus – Weekend Writing Prompt

Title:  Channeling Prometheus
Source:  Weekend Writing Prompt # 158 – Downpour
Objective: Write a poem or piece of prose in exactly 88 words.

black and white photo of clouds above mountain thunderhead

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Threats sometimes backfire.

You’d expect me to hide from a formidable opponent, but my soul is hard-wired for defiance and committed to protecting those who cannot defend themselves. Black cumulonimbus clouds rise forty thousand feet in the air to provide Cyclops with his anvil. His forge is the birthplace of lightning, tornados, and hailstorms.

Plunged into darkness, frightened souls huddle. Sobbing like small children, they pray and beg for forgiveness. Despite deafening thunder, eye-searing lightning, and a pounding heart, I step into the downpour with my fiery purpose.

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Keep on writing.

Jo Hawk The Writer

 

Memory Lane – Weekend Writing Prompt

Title: Memory Lane
Source:  Weekend Writing Prompt # 156 – Home
Objective: Write a poem or piece of prose in exactly 114 words

snow covered house on gray lake with lights on in the window

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The night’s darkness hid his destination until he arrived. He didn’t feel nostalgia, hope, or even curiosity. He’d burned those bridges years ago. The freak spring snowstorm stirred forgotten habits, guided his car to a faraway country he could no longer call home.

Black snowfall accumulated. Cold hardened him, and he waited.

A light punched back grey edges of a lonely dawn, a harbinger of her brighter day.

A man moved through the house toward the kitchen. He pulled filters from the drawer, measured coffee, and retrieved her favorite mug nestled in the cabinet next to the sink.

Bitter regret stained his face as he started his car, resigned to being the one departed.

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Keep on writing.

Jo Hawk The Writer

Nature’s Alchemy – Weekend Writing Prompt

Title: Nature’s Alchemy
Source:  Weekend Writing Prompt # 154 – Fiber
Objective: Write a poem or piece of prose in exactly 131 words

photo of threads on wooden spindles and spice lot

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Crystal jars, tinted bottles, and woven baskets crowded the shelf-lined room. Identical labels with precise black handwriting adorned each vessel. Elena inched into the space, confused by the overwhelming volume of items. Her fingers traced unfamiliar words.

“Kamala Seed Pods, Madder Root, Mangosteen Peel,” her lips moved silently. As she continued reading, the chaos dissolved, replaced by an odd sense of order.

“What color does Pomegranate Rind render?”

Elena picked up the jar, shaking the rose-hued contents before she turned to face Mistress Moiree.

“Pink?”

“Guessing?” Mistress Moiree asked and extended her hand.

Elena felt the heat of embarrassment in her cheeks as she relinquished the container.

“They look red,” she said rolling the glass in her hands, “but when boiled, they dye mordanted fibers a golden yellow. You will learn.”

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Keep on writing.

Jo Hawk The Writer

Spring’s Advent – Weekend Writing Prompt

Title: Spring’s Advent
Source:  Weekend Writing Prompt # 152 – Nomad
Objective: Write a poem or piece of prose in exactly 68 words

white house on green grass field near mountain during daytime

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Dismal clouds shrouded winter mountaintops. Cloaks of despair, they wept, their sorrow drenching the landscape. Parched souls, clinging to life, found solace in the mother’s healing tears.

Breathless, I waited.

Brown became gold as nomad tinkers arrived. Singing children frolicked. Their laughter summoned sunshine, and magical colors transformed the valley. Continually moving, they were always at home. Their work complete, they disappeared beyond the horizon, leaving hope behind.

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Keep on writing.

Jo Hawk The Writer

Home Sweet Souvenir – Weekend Writing Prompt

Title: Home Sweet Souvenir
Source:  Weekend Writing Prompt # 151 – Keepsake
Objective: Write a poem or piece of prose in exactly 49 words

woman sitting on window inside room

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Every penny went to pay the mortgage on my first house. Cash for furnishings was in short supply.

The family dubbed me the Keepsake Klepto when they discovered their sentimental items decorating my home.

Laughing, they let me keep their kitsch, saying it was cheaper than a garage sale.

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Jo Hawk The Writer

Family Tradition – Weekend Writing Prompt

Title: Family Tradition
Source:  Weekend Writing Prompt # 150 – Continuity
Objective: Write a poem or piece of prose in exactly 35 words

green grass under white sky at daytime

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Past generations whisper reassurances. Embroiled in uncertainty, consumed by today, legacy bolsters my future.

The continuity comforts me through trials and tribulations.  Loved ones walked this land, they struggled, persevered, survived.

I am never alone.

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Keep on writing.

Jo Hawk The Writer

An Imperceptible Loss – Weekend Writing Prompt

Title: An Imperceptible Loss
Source:  Weekend Writing Prompt # 145 – Abysmal
Objective: Write a poem or piece of prose in exactly 93 words

woman standing on cliff

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You suspected a thunderbolt, exposing a grand drama. The truth wasn’t glamourous.  Dull, daily life was peppered with subtle thoughts, vague feelings, and easy decisions.  A tiny rival of water snaked across flat ground, growing, gaining strength and power until it became a raging river cutting into the landscape and eroding rock-solid canyon walls.

An unbridgeable distance cleaved what once was inseparable. I outgrew my placid past and soon discovered my desire for freedom. There was nothing left to say. We stood staring across an abysmal chasm that echoed the sound of silence.

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Keep on writing.

Jo Hawk The Writer