Gate – Daily Prompt


It started with a silly row
She said this, he said that
She stormed into the kitchen
He stumped two minutes later
They shouted at each other
Full of resentments and tears
Would this leaves questions
Eroding confidence of love?
Next day was his birthday
She tiptoed to their room
With dazzling smiles
Saying sorry with a rose
She gazed at him in mute appeal
Her weapon of reconciliation
His eyes sparked, all forgiven
Choking with emotion and love
Flaws were behind the gate again

For: Gate

Other “gate” posts:

Unusual – Photo Challenge

wh2 an orange floating bridge

unuusual place to rest (got bench inside)

in Batanes, Philippines, they have this sign even before the modern texting language

an island of bats

raindrops keep falling on leaves
leaves catching raindrops

don't sleep, you're flying the plane!
don’t sleep, you’re flying the plane!

India 1272
Indian women at work wearing high visibility saris

street scene in India, with the camel!

weird chairs/cushions

he’s very tall!

For: Unusual

Other “unusual” posts:
Unusual Basket Critter
Stormy Weather…

Thursday photo prompt – Mask #writephoto


“Remember, remember,
the fifth of November,
Gunpowder, treason and plot.
We see no reason why
Gunpowder treason
Should ever be forgot!”
– words to Guy Fawkes rhyme

Penny for the Guy, the children chant
They solicit combustible materials
Money, food and drinks with songs
Getting ready for the bonfire night

A secret plot to overthrow the king
When plot was made with their rant
They got caught in their plight
Now celebrating the plot’s failure

Remember, remember the fifth of November
When I was in Britain, it was always a sight
Big bonfires all over town, and we can burn
All furniture we don’t need, plus fireworks display

For: Thursday photo prompt – Mask #writephoto


Granny’s inheritance

Image by Bikurgurl

The blue and white pattern
Other colours, too
It is now our turn
For what it is due

Other colours, too
Granny’s inheritance
Been there as we grew
Miss her in her absence

It is now our turn
To have these dishes
Better than flatiron
Keep them in boxes

For what it is due
Will pass them to our kids
I know they’re not new
Their value for more quids

Granny’s inheritance
Remembering her
Sitting there in silence
We never bicker

Been there as we grew
With tea and apple pie
Until all kids flew
Granny left we said bye

(c) ladyleemanila 2017

For: 100 Word Wednesday: Week 28, Writing Wednesday – 19 July 2017