I’m wordy by nature. I talk a lot, I write a lot, if there’s a word limit I always go over it...I like words! But in a bid to move out of my comfort zone I’ve tried a bit of micropoetry this week, inspired by David @theskepticskaddish. I’ll leave the explanations there...though it’s hard!
creative writing
Plucky Young Chick
The ostrich kept her head, buried deep within the sand Whilst out on the horizon, grew a blight upon the land A storm was brewing steadily, a darkness in the air The ostrich felt its presence, but she never looked up there Her hole was nice and cosy, her world in there cocooned She buried … Continue reading Plucky Young Chick
Rinse and Repeat
I stare upon my nemesis, the mountainous pile of clothes So begins another day of the drudgery I loathe A never ending cycle of rinse, and dry and fold I try to approach it with optimism, but it very soon gets old The soundtrack to my life is water, spin and hum The ear grating … Continue reading Rinse and Repeat
Kindred Spirits
A pair of geese flew low to the tall grass, circled, came in to land Away from their gaggle at last, they settled their feathers andSat still in quiet contemplation, of the lush green sceneryAlone at last, away from prying eyes, finally they were freeTo be themselves together, far from the din of the crowdThey … Continue reading Kindred Spirits
Happy Trails
As the snail slithered home from his art class, a poster caught his eyeDare to dream big, the poster proclaimed, you can do anything if you tryThe poster depicted a snail like him, with a magnificent shiny shellThe shell had a pool and a Tiki bar; he fell under the posters spellSo the snail went … Continue reading Happy Trails
My Mantra
From birth to middle years My legs so long and limber Striding ahead, past all my goals No barriers to hinder Agile, fast, the path so clear No standing still, no time to fear Bounding here and bounding there Enjoying the race, I am the hare But time went by and I veered off … Continue reading My Mantra
Allow me to introduce myself
My name is Rae and I live in middle-ish England with my husband, our two children, and our dog. Writing was one of my favourite things to do as a child. I used to carry a small lined notebook embossed with a white rose and a metallic gold pen everywhere to make up rhyming poems … Continue reading Allow me to introduce myself
Rae Cod’s Writing 