This week’s writing prompt is:
SURPRISE!
What’s the biggest surprise you’ve had? Or are you someone who doesn’t like surprises? Perhaps you’re the person who likes organising surprises for other people. You could create a surprise for a character if you want to write something fictitious. Or maybe a poem about a particular surprise will be your choice this week.
You don’t have to share your work, but I always enjoy seeing what you come up with if the prompt gives you inspiration. here is the work you shared on last week’s prompt SPACE:
Holy moly. Goodness me
I don’t know where I’m meant to be
No meaning here that I can see
Is this what’s meant by being free?
A brief respite within the womb
Then ‘Stand aside! Give me some room!’
Then out into this void of doom
The lights are on, but all is gloom
Face the facts. Open an eye
Make sense of it? Don’t even try
Is this life? Hello. Goodbye.
The first reaction is to cry
Onto the treadmill. Join the race
Take a number. Find your place
Take some sunscreen, just in case
You’re on your own. You’re lost in space.
Ocean Freedom – a haibun
The great expanse of water was captivating. It stretched on and on until it melded with the sky in a dark blue line far, far away. To the young girl, the light blue water that rose and fell, transforming into little waves topped with white curls as it neared the shore, looked welcoming and friendly. She had been warned that the water was not placid, it was like a living creature that had moods. There were strong back currents that could wash you right out to sea where you would drown. Sometimes, the happy wavelets turned into huge, towering water mountains that crashed onto the beach in a frenzy of swirling anger.
Despite the warnings, the ocean fascinated her. She watched it for hours, imagining that she was a mermaid swimming beneath its everchanging surface. So much space! So much freedom!
Endless blue expanse
Delights when in a calm mood
Symbol of freedom
Space is sitting atop a mountain surveying the beautiful valley below!
Or having the entire beach to yourself.
Also, having it invaded by a drill sergeant’s face two inches from my own.
Remember the old days when there was a race?
All the biggies wanted to be first in space?
Now you can ride up to the edge and float
In a small capsule, your heart in your throat…
Every country wants to make spacial homes
Me, I like watching from an observatory dome.
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Esther Chilton 
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