Hi all,
Apologies for the delay today! I have been at my 8 year old brother’s birthday party! Which also means that I haven’t had time to whip up a 100 word story this week. However, do not fear! You have some AWESOME pieces ahead of you courtesy of Limebirds Kate, Laura, Neeks and Vanessa. As usual, we take the prompt from Julia’s Place every week and concuct our 100 word pieces from it. This week the prompt has a royal theme, as this weekend in the UK we are celebrating the Queen’s Diamond Jubilee of 60 years on the throne. So, it had to be a poem celebrating any form of 60 years. Enjoy!
LimebirdKate
sixty years
no more
dredging up the ghost
sixty years gone and bitter
winds sweep through
shut doors you
respect no more
years ago I wanted you back now you’re back
you won’t back down back away
you demand more
I have no more to give
the kids are grown with kids of their own
you want in they want out
you creep in anyway dump out the good
leave the bad
withered husks
I’m over your legacy
under you no more
flourishing in the shadow
of someone else
who knew nothing of what you really are
now they know and want you no more
LimebirdLaura
The images are black and white
Where the world saw you laugh, love and fight.
Your face lit up the silver screen
Images of a beauty queen.
Diamond studs and exotic threads,
a golden tiara upon your head.
The glamourous life held you high
But suddenly the world has gone by
Sixty years have come to pass
But your legacy just couldn’t last.
Now your images have faded away
A relic from a different day.
The young don’t recognize your name
The golden age recalls your fame.
A time that you are no longer known,
Now another sits upon your throne
LimebirdNeeks
Bargain Hunting
Baby shoes for sale, slightly worn.
A walker and Johnny-Jump-Up.
A couple of bottles and bibs and things.
The crib served them well.
A toddlers bed, a Batman suit,
and an Elmo Tickle Me doll.
A G.I. Joe, some die cast metal cars.
Children’s and teenager’s clothes,
Torn jeans and wrinkled T-shirts.
Next to these a broken answering machine,
A dial phone, old LP’s and cassettes.
A rusty license plate and a pair of binoculars.
An old bench and set of weights.
In the back with his brown fedora,
His walker and seersucker suit.
The owner wrangles for bargains,
Selling memories for pennies.
LimebirdVanessa
On that day in fifty-two
There wasn’t anyone who knew
Quite how long the reign would last
That sixty years would come to pass
The white gloved hand has waved its way
Through six decades of night and day
With crown on head and smile serene
Elizabeth has been our Queen
On this day in twenty-twelve
Our other plans we have to shelve
With cakes and bunting everywhere
A time of joy for all to share
A diamond never fades or dies
A monarch rules through lows and highs
A diamond jubilee therefore
Is marked in time for ever more
Limebird Writers 