Seasons: Summer – good side

There are few things as soothing to the soul as sitting on green grass in warm sunshine, not a care in the world, lazily watching cotton-wool clouds drift idly across an azure sky. If this scene is accompanied by a faint breeze infused with fragrant honeysuckle, the gentle lapping of a conveniently situated stream and a plentiful supply of cooling refreshments, then one is most likely close to experiencing the perfect summer’s day.

I’m reading an Austen novel at the moment. Who else finds whatever they’re reading influences how they’re writing?

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Ro x

‘Honeymoon’

I want to lean back in the evening breeze, against a balcony framed by the setting sun. I want to smell citrus on the air, kissed by a faint hint of tobacco. I want to feel my pulse quicken as your fingers entwine with mine, firm and sure. I want to hear the soft thrum-thrum-thrum of a guitar in the distance, weaving gently through the laughter and chatter in the street below. I want to dance with you, and for you to catch me when I stumble with a laugh, a little drunk – on excellent wine, yes, but mostly on happiness. I want you, on this warm, perfect, sultry evening. I want you, forever and always.

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Ro x

 

Haiku about rain

Radio silence for last two months is because am planning my wedding (I know, there is always some excuse!) – but here’s a silly little something (my first haiku!) to get back into the swing…

The rain will not stop

Endlessly drip dripping on

Summer optimism

Fellow dwellers of the island I call home will understand the above sentiment…

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Ro x

Writing Prompt Exercise: ‘He sighed, and looked towards the sky…’

Hello! I’ve started a new job since returning from my travels and have been settling into a new apartment. Hence, there has been another long gap in posts. However, I recently started discussing writing exercises with a friend again and so here is a new post, hopefully to kick of a new era in which I post more regularly on here once more, as I did back when I started the blog – for real, this time.

This was supposed to be 500 words but to conclude it satisfactorily, I went quite a bit over. There was no time limit.

He sighed, and looked towards the sky. There was still no hint of any cloud, and the endless blinding blue stretched almost mockingly to meet the scorching earth at a slightly shimmering horizon. His head swam, both from the heat, and from ever growing fear. Continue reading