Tuesday, October 3, 2017

Words for Wednesday 4 October 17 ~ the prompts ...

Words for Wednesday is provided by a number of people and has become a movable feast. I joined in when Elephant's Child was hosting the prompts. This month I will be hosting.

Essentially the goal is to encourage us to write. Each week we are given a choice of prompts: which can be words, phrases, music or an image. 
What we do with those prompts is up to us: a short story, prose, a song, a poem, using all or some, or ignoring them. 

Some of us put our creation in comments on the post, and others post on their own blog. It would be wonderful if as many people as possible joined into this creative exercise. If you are posting on your own blog - please share the link to your blog post in the comments below so that we can come enjoy and applaud.

This being October, I thought I would offer up prompt words and pictures appropriate to the season. This week, I'm selecting the words from The Raven by Edgar Allan Poe.

And your image to write about or include
I have an affinity for ravens, and their place in many Native American legends and myths. However, in reading The Raven it is so apparant that it was never intended to be a horror poem, but instead, a love letter.

1. Forgotten
2. Sorrow
3. Rustling
4. Darkness
5. Unbroken
6. Window


1. Perched
2. Grim
3. Beast
4. Soul
5. Disaster
6. Ominous


  1. Great words. I'll let them rattle around in my brain for a bit.

  2. Okay....here we go:
    Ally frowned at Screech. "You are looking a little grim and green around the beak my friend....sort of like you ate a bad mouse."
    Screech shuffled uncomfortably on the limb he was perched on. "I believe the beast came from a place of darkness. It had no perceptible soul. I heard it rustling in the leaves in the abandoned graveyard and to my everlasting sorrow, I caught and ate it. I've had a stomach ache ever since."
    "What a disaster." Ally commiserated. "I'll ask Grace if she has a potion for stomach ache."
    "Oh, yes." Screech burped uncomfortably..an ominous rumble from his lower regions caused Ally to step back a fair distance. "I'll just fly over and tap on her window...Oooooooh.......for a moment I'd forgotten how much it hurts to move. Would you mind so very much, dear Ally, asking her for me?"
    "I'll go now." Ally reassured Screech. "I'm sure she'll have something on hand."
    "She'd better," Ally thought to herself , "seeings as how she's caused this unbroken misery for our friend."
    To save time Ally morphed into her second identity as a raven and flew to Grace's cottage. As Screech watched her fly off he mumbled to himself "never more".

    1. Love it. I have mumbled never more to myself about some 'delicacies' too.

    2. Oh yes, I agree. There have been some new dining experiences that are high up on my "never more" list!

    3. Terrific, Delores. I've posted mine...now waiting for "Approval".

    4. Well done once again Delores.

    5. Love this Delores. Never more is heard often here too, usually after dinner when I've had far too much to eat.

    6. Well told! Let's hope there is an antidote.

  3. Anyone with a window into my soul would see:
    Grim beasts perched on precipices
    As ominous warnings of disasters to come.

    Sharing equal space, never forgotten
    are small furry friends, rustling with paper balls in the corner.
    Laughter and love.

    Which is why I remain unbroken.
    Daunted, but not doomed

    1. I'm glad you have your small furry friends.....they make such a difference in one's life.

    2. I agree. Our small furries bring happiness, sunshine, love and laughter always!

    3. As always, well done, EC. :)

    4. Wow EC it gives us more appreciation for our furry friends, you did a great job with this one.

    5. I hope your small furry friends come out to play more often than the others.
      I'm glad you have them.

    6. Thank you for the words Cindi, I'll see what I can do with them and publish something on my blog on Friday 6th.

  4. Hello, Cindi...nice to meet you. :) Here is my effort for this week...thanks for your words.

    "The ongoing SORROW she felt deep-rooted in her SOUL weighed heavily within and upon her like OMINOUS leaden clouds of looming DISASTER. It was her constant companion.

    PERCHED high on the tree limb out from her bedroom WINDOW was a raven, as dark as the DARKNESS of the night. Its presence and the constant RUSTLING of the branches were like a GRIM warning a BEAST was present...stalking, watching.

    What had happened those years ago would never be FORGOTTEN; promises she’d made then remained UNBROKEN still...but for how long....."

  5. Hello Cindi Thanks for being the prompter during October. I had a break from WFW during September and am now raring to go again.
    My post will be published first thing tomorrow- Thursday morning Melbourne time. ~ Cathy


  6. Shelby perched in her chair by the window and looked out into the darkness. She hated being alone and often felt like she was the forgotten family member. The others came and went as they wished often leaving her at home, much to her sorrow. She hated it now especially. There was not another soul around. A single light was on in the den, but the rest of the house seemed dark and ominous. Though she had been alone many times in the past her thoughts were always grim with an underlying feeling of abandonment. It seemed they had been gone forever. Maybe some disaster was keeping them from returning. Then she heard some rustling on the steps, a key in the door, and saw the foyer light turn on. "Shebs? I'm home" It was the same sing-song voice she heard every evening."Shelby Lou?" And with that the beast jumped off her chair, ran to the foyer, tail wagging and sniffing each package for the scent of a treat. Life just got better, her pack was home, and their bond unbroken___until tomorrow when the abandonment would start all over again.
    Based on the very real Shelby, the dog, who acts like we have left her alone forever each and every time we leave the house.

    1. I have the same kind of beast who greets me when I come home, even if I've only been out for a few minutes!

    2. I have lived with a beast like that too. She filled me with guilt and with love.

    3. PoorShellby. Every day, deserted. Happy Shellby. Every day, they come home.

  7. How we survive, all pain and joy conflicted, is amazing. Nice poem.

  8. Good morning, and thank you so much for hosting! My story is here, along with my Wordless Wednesday photo.

    1. I loved your story, Mimi! Can't wait to find out what is next!


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