May 29, 2018: Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge

Come to the Go Dog Go Cafe this week and share your thoughts on “The color of her blood was the least of my worries…”

Thanks Devereaux!

My Contribution:

The color of her blood was the least of my worries,
The color our blood made, a delta of throbbing flow
Two rivers carving up the earth relentless in pursuit
Of an ocean in need of salt. The rush of this pair
This need, worried me. Why can the single stream
Not carve land with adequate expression of faith?
When he drifted up to view the landscape written
In his tumble down to the sea, he saw half letters
Made complete in the delta of their blood a quill
That wrote new tales of life in fallow fields.

Go Dog Go Café

Writing Prompt TuesdayChristine is known for her writing prompt challenges on her blog Brave and Reckless.  She is now hosting a Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge at the Go Dog Go Cafe.  The prompts are designed to be quick challenges that can be written in 10 to 15 minutes,  inspire you creatively, are fun, and get everyone interacting.  Please post your response to the prompt in the comments below and show your fellow posters some love and support.  All members of the Go Dog Go community, including Baristas, are welcome to participate.  Feel free to share this post on your own blogs and/or Facebook.

Christine is always looking for cool, quick writing prompts.  If you have a great idea for a future Tuesday prompt challenge, send it to her at christine.e.ray@gmail.com

Today’s prompt is a flash fiction that starts with: “The color of her blood was the least of my worries…” 

You can leave your responses…

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Poetry

Two of my favorite people: Christine and Davy D. Enjoy them both, spend days exploring their blogs… you will be better for it!

Brave & Reckless

A response poem to Davy D’s question What Is Poetry? on the Go Dog Go Cafe


it is a stir

an ache

rising from my core

growing in urgency

pushing to my surface

gasping hungrily for air

sitting impatiently on my tongue

black pearl

ruby

tear shaped diamond

waiting

for hand to grasp pen

fingers to touch keys

truth to be unleashed

an explosion of my soul

made visible

in black ink

© 2017 Christine Elizabeth Ray – All Rights Reserved

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The Worm

“Tender me to your love”

One of my favorite lines I have read in a long time.

Take some time visiting the Wandering Armadillo!

The Wandering Armadillo

are you acquainted with tales of tenderness?

voluble versions of vulnerability

from the pen of one

once a child

who would stoop for the lowly earth worm

on a perilous concrete passage

returning him to lush, moist loam

ending such an errant, wayward roam

..

what would you do with him?

alter the cadence of your stride?

..

and what of me?

for I am in your path

and the day is warm

offer me your shadow

there, a soothing darkness

or

threaten me with careless boot?

i’ve crossed such paths before

lulled in poikiloform torpor

..

no, gather me

my annuli traverse your heart line

your palm sensing shuffling setae

tender me to your love…

in tepid torpor, on soporific soil

tangling in such terrestrial toil 

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Don’t Look Behind The Sofa

As I continue to re-meet old friends, I was thrilled to rediscover Davy D and this wonderful poem and this wonderful bit of radio. And… well… Daleks… yep… Daleks…

Inside the Mind of Davy D

Poetic Beats

Welcome to this week’s edition of Poetic beats with Howard Bond and Davy D, recorded on the 30th of April 2018 on Red Kite Radio.

In this episode Davy D reads his poem, Don’t Look Behind The Sofa. The word Sofa is derived from the Arabic word, suffah, meaning bench. The first sofas were used in 2000BC by the Egyptian Pharaohs and are now a key part of modern day design and living.

Did you know over its lifetime a sofa will host around 782 visitors? If you want to know more amazing facts about the sofa then please listen to the show by pressing the arrow to the left of the sound bar below.

If you have difficulty listening to the programme a text version of the poem is included after the sound bar.

Don’t Look Behind The Sofa

Don’t look behind the sofa,

you never know…

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