Inspiration point (IP)

This week there is a lot of to-do about Storms. All the seagulls have disappeared. Where do they go? (Someone suggested they are tucked up in a secret snug, drinking hot chocolate and playing cards till it all blows over). So, this Week's Inpiration Point is STORM. Sheltering from one, causing one, out in one. Metaphorical, Meteorological, poem or prose, please write about a Storm!

And while you are thinking up what to write, I hope you keep safe and dry and warm

 

Inspiration point

bruise berry

bruise berry sipping wine through bruised berry lips, teeth bared moon yellow in wincing appreciation, he exhales slow grape. the amount in the glass...

Xerocoles* (IP)

*(a term some seem to use for animals adapted to live in the desert – with the heat and scarcity of water) … The desert lizard goes, too fast to burn its toes …

The Heat of the Desert I.P.

In the coolness of the night, millions of jewelled stars sparkle; embroidered on a blackened canvas, but when comes the rising rays of light...images...
Cherry

The Heat of the Desert (I.P.)

"They cannot scare me with their empty spaces between stars – stars where no human race is. I have it in me so much nearer home to scare myself with my own desert places." Robert Frost

Lies

Lies Is it the connection you cherish but hide Is it the way she moves you inside Is it her audacity you yearn to clutch Is it her emotion you care...

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