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Idea Thief, by David Chek Ling Ngo

26/11/2021

 
It flutters across
my line of sight leisurely,
taking me away.

Maeve, by Kate MacDonald-Dunbar

26/11/2021

 
When you first look at me you might think
here's a person who's lively and crazy.
But looks can deceive, as you will soon see.
because I'm both house-proud and lazy.

I'm aware that clutter's a symptom.
of issues that might be quite grave.
But the remedy here was so simple,
​I brought in a lady called Maeve.


With a broom and a feather duster,
she is quiet, her experience shows.
I could, of course, give her a Hoover.
But that would just spoil my repose.

Home Town Blues, by Adrian McRobb

26/11/2021

 
Walking down dirty streets of windblown litter
tramps folded like used newspapers in doorways
forgotten remnants of a brighter more promising past
turning by the Red Lion towards the duck pond
firemen clean their gleaming red engines shining my memory

Whiteway; the pop factory road by the bomb damaged buildings
dressers hang over broken stairways their drawers askew
mirrors with their forgotten images of a cracked yesterday
being careful not to pick the fallen ornaments from shattered roads
lest you bring more than treasure away, with someone's past

Solicitors office with a larva lamp window, watching the blobs swim
the old pub with its roaring train sign, black beamed Tudor style
sweet shop and bakers with its smells of fresh baked delights
approaching the flats, which watch Bedfont Lane along its length
wondering what its like to live in the clouds?

Frost in November, by Guy Fletcher

26/11/2021

 
A transient sheet of white
covers the verdant grass
as a robin flickers away
from the semi-barren birch.
People scrape ice from cars
irritable and taken by surprise
but I peer at this world with wondrous eyes

my breath rolling like ectoplasm
with drowsy three-quarter moon
now fading in an azure sky
as the rising sun creates jewels
on fallen golden leaves.
In this wintry weather I cannot but thrive
and my, does it feel good to be alive.

Ode to Friday Flash Fiction, by Dee Lorraine

19/11/2021

 
No matter where my drabbles take me
No matter where my stories roam
No matter where my poetry’s published
Friday Flash Fiction’s my literary home.
I love your stories, poems, and comments
Sue, Sandra, Sankar, Sivan, Candace, Guy,
Jim, Don, Daniel, David, Marjan, and Fliss
Then there’s Pamela, Peggy, Padmini,
Alyce, Kate, Elizabeth, John:
Fridays don’t get any better than this!
If I didn’t say your name, dear ones
Please know I love you, too
Just being mindful of the road I trod
I don’t want to overstep my bounds or break a triple-F rule
And face Ringmaster G’s ferocious firing squad!

Yarn Over Chain Two, by Mary Wallace

19/11/2021

 
Yarn over chain two
Tucked into my safe space making gifts
There is satisfaction in the plying of the hook
The play of colours
The pride of creativity

Yarn over chain two
Chant it so the daily numbers can't intrude
Louder to help silence my thoughts
And ease the pain of separation

Yarn over chain two
Still, dark shadows slip into my safe space
My hands create
While I unravel

Flight of the Peregrine, by Guy Fletcher

19/11/2021

 
It is a beautiful azure morning:
the meandering Wye reflecting the sky
and high up in the ether
a peregrine glides and I yearn
to drift to the white cliffs.
Its wings of magic are extended,
a sight to savour with awe.
They were hunted close to extinction
but now numbers are ascending
which is a rare success for nature,
a magnificent creature
truly a feast for the eyes
gliding gracefully as it searches for prey
both beauty and the beast on this fine day.

Will We? by David Chek Ling Ngo

19/11/2021

 
Succumbing to the darkness
unleashing its wrath upon the earth,
the sky ceases resistance,
the sun being clouded over with a blinding veil,
the mist descending down like a hungry beast,
and eating up the trees from the top,
which are being wildly pushed on
by strange winds and rain to uproot them,
and fighting back
with everything they’ve got to win the battle,
and will win
because they’ve been pumped
with the belief that they might win
because they’ve weathered the most,
and will survive this one.
But, will they?

An African Queen, by Adrian McRobb

19/11/2021

 
Nefertiti upon a whim, loved a man once I thought was him
he would made those Nile smiles and kept his court with crocodiles
that man was full eighteen years and kept his conscience with his peers
he who was wise before old Rome, and amused himself with palindrome
her beau was a king of a desert realm, bought her presents made of elm
would this mystery be found in a harem, or in the palace of Tutankhamen?

A Note, by David Chek Ling Ngo

12/11/2021

 
You have memory of what I wrote,
not about you,
but about someone else,
on a piece of paper,
then torn and crumbled,
but later reconstructed by you
to reveal what I scribbled,
illegible and unreadable,
but meaningful to me,
a recollection
seeming real in my mind,
but fabricated differently
in your beyond broken mind
hoping for a miracle cure,
but twisted up in knots
by jealousy and hatred.

Kristallnacht, by Guy Fletcher

12/11/2021

 
The World War One veteran
watches morosely as the synagogue burns,
the holy place he has frequented man and boy.
It feels like his soul is burning
as he wipes away a tear
fearing there is much worse to come.
It is November 9th, 1938
and ugly voices cheer
as Jewish businesses are destroyed by fire
and people murdered on the street.
The veteran fought for his country
yet suddenly he is loathed
now called by the most horrific names,
yes, his soul too is consumed by flames.

Pied Flycatchers, by Marjan Sierhuis

5/11/2021

 
Caterpillars hide among foliage
European pied flycatchers are hungry
They search for dinner

Mists (For Morgan le Fay), by Sterling Warner

5/11/2021

 
A beautiful travesty marked our introduction
impressionable youths lost on diverse journeys
united in a common conundrum of displaced energy
spent repairing broken hearts & former loves,
ignoring possibilities skeptical of outcomes; we’d
gather under blue moons to romanticizing pretense,
Blanch DuBois cautious—avoiding light, concealing truths;
the Avalon Ballroom offered psychedelic flickers
muted luminescence that strobed over our bodies as they
throbbed in time to Janis, the Cream & Jimi Hendrix,
exquisite notes falling like diamonds tossed in an abyss,
tinkling out of sight when a sex, drugs, & rock ‘n roll
fix ceased to be enough & we watched Timothy Leary
followers as they “dropped out” forever, picked up a rifle,
graduated from college, or ceased to dream.

Body on the Beach, by Guy Fletcher

5/11/2021

 
It is early morning and the tide
has deposited a body on the beach
along with seaweed and a log.
Did he die by accident, natural causes or design?
The papers will inform us to be sure,
maybe show a photograph, tell his age,
so sad but soon people will turn the page.

But at this moment seagulls swarm,
a feast on this blustery day
before a dog owner arrives
who at first imagines a dummy
now it will always haunt her dreams.
It is truly a desperate sight
yet the sea roars...indifferent to her plight.

Why? by Mandy Meikle

5/11/2021

 
Why climb a mountain,
or sail around the world,
or fly rockets to the moon?

Why dam a river,
or clear-fell a forest,
or harvest the ocean to extinction?

Why mine minerals from mother Earth's guts
to fulfil our wildest dreams
of comfort and convenience?

Why? Because we can.

Remember...1914, by Adrian McRobb

5/11/2021

 
Remember; Ma shouting you in for tea, a beef dripping sandwich
Remember; The recruiting sergeant weighing you up "you sure your 18 lad?"
Remember; Boot camp and the 'naming of parts' sister steel, strike hard!
Remember; Troop ships where mules squealed and troopers puked in the dark
Remember; A planet of morass who's muddy footprints, owners already 'gone west'
Remember; Scrabbling like an animal, nails snapping and digging, away from the leaded rain
Remember; Long marches, wire, night patrols, more wire, whizzbangs and bleeding hands
Remember; An extra stripe awarded for being the only one left
Remember; Mons-Cambrai-Passchendaele, wasting a generations promise...
Remember; 17 million dead, churned earth fertilised with sweat and desperation
Remember; A land unfit for heroes, no work-no food-no legs-no mind?
Remember; Financiers arranging gold coins upon a polished counter, into ranks...
Remember; And never forget!

    Poetry

    This is the section where fiction prose becomes something else. We still expect the poems to be short, though – sonnets, perhaps, or around that length at the very most.

    Poems submitted should be
    no longer than 160 words
    and contain
    no more than 16 lines.

    100 words remains the approximate target...

    AND SO THEREFORE:
    We have decided
    We really don't like haikus
    They're not proper verse.


    Please submit using the Poetry Submissions Page.


    Please feel free to comment (nicely!) on any poems – writers appreciate it.
    Just at the moment, though, we're moderating some of them so there might be a slight delat before they appear.

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