This week’s Monday Motivations comes courtesy of the wonderful Keith Channing who has given me permission to pinch the last line of one of his stories:
“Who put that goddam sign there?” he hollered.
So, what happens to lead up to this line is up to you. I hope some ideas are already forming. For inspiration, you can read Keith’s story and see how he led up to this brilliant ending.
Last week, my prompt was the opening two lines of a poem:
She watches the morning unfold,
A beautiful woman with a head of gold.
Here’s what you sent in:
Adhin Shamina sent in a lovely poem:
She watches the morning unfold,
a beautiful woman with a head of gold.
She stands legendary
to weaken even the fearless and bold
but also spread her warmth
on to which hopes hold
that soon it will no longer be cold,
blossoming the roses, the chrysanthemums
and the marigold.
She appears in many tales
whenever they are told
and her virtues being known
are yet to see a threshold.
She sees the young growing old
and yet she will never be old.
Every day she gracefully show
as the morning unfold,
a beautiful woman with head of gold.
Geoff Le Pard’s will leave you speechless!:
She watches the morning unfold,
A beautiful woman with a head of gold.
She groans: why is her head so heavy.
Maybe it was that final bevy.
Last night’s a fog of booze and bars
Vodka shots and men from Mars.
The one she fancied, now she recalls
With well honed gluts and unearthly earlobes
Caught her eye with a piercing stare
And swapped a wish for a lock of hair.
She thought him cool, well mannered lad
Who she had to drag back to her pad.
At her front door his hesitation
Just added to her anticipation.
She puckered up, just one sweet kiss.
Instead he said, ‘About your wish.
Take it now. They don’t last long.’
‘In the morning it’ll be gone.’
She paused then said, ‘I don’t want much.
A lovely face and a Midas touch.’
She recalls that they then went to bed
And now she’s woken with a heavy head.
The mirror suggests her face is new
Her hair is gilded and the world’s askew.
For next to her, and she knows this is silly
Is an alien lad with a golden willy.
Bharul Chhatbar sent in one featuring me!:
THE BLOG
She watches the morning unfold
A beautiful lady with a head of gold.
Each day she comes with something funny
Giving challenges to many
For a week too weary
Even though she doesn’t give a penny!
Such beautiful lady with the head of gold.
She watches the morning unfold
Set new challenges and read the old.
Brilliant job of her
Love you forever Esther!
A few weeks ago, my Monday Motivations was for the following opening line of a poem: She was always there. Cynthia Rapea has sent in this beautiful poem:
She was there…
She was always there when I was a baby and couldn’t recognise myself
When the world around me was still dark and everything was a mystery
When only my eyes could trust hers and no one else’s
How wonderful she was.
–
She was there for me on my first day of school
When all was confusing and creepy, she gave me hope
When I needed answers, her wisdom provided
How marvellous she was for me
–
She was my rock when my heart was broken for the first time
With her words she consoled me
Like a little girl, I cried on her shoulders
How special I felt in her arms
–
My wonderful grandma was like an angel
Sent from heaven just for me
With enormous wisdom and beautiful heart
And a smile that melts my heart
She will always remain special in my heart.
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Esther Chilton 
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