Now it’s spring in the UK, there’s a lot of greenery around. It’s beautiful to see after the browns and greys of winter. But the word ‘green’ can mean many things. Green with envy, being green and taking care of our planet or being a novice at something. What comes to mind when you think of the word ‘green’? You can write a poem, personal piece, short story or whatever comes to mind.
I always enjoy seeing what you come up with if the prompt gives you inspiration, but there’s no obligation to share your writing. Here is the work you shared on the last prompt DARK.
The Killing of the Bull
The bull’s stampeding down the road
He’s taken the whole herd with him
Blood gushing from the arrows
Embedded in his heaving sides
Each arrow tip sharpened by tariffs, and
Engraved with a previous rangers name
Canada, China, Europe, and Japan
Have already left the archer’s quiver
As he stands among the falling debris
Of Wall Street’s finest institutions
Impervious to the choking dust
Teeth shining whitely in the darkness
Investors watching from the sidelines
Spit dirt and muck from open mouths
Unable to decide which way is up
Through the heavy, swirling cloud
From a distance conservation officers
Observe grizzly stealthily approaching
“Be careful what you wish for” drowned
Amid earth tremors and upheavals
Ear splitting roar joins the cacophony
As bear bites into opportunistic meal
While the butterflies of renewable energy
Rain down on the desolate scene
Their fragile bodies scorched
And their delicate wings burning
dark is mental nuts in the park
yell scream
no peace
least most
look and feel empty too
That’s easy, chocolate.
Plain chocolate is now described as dark chocolate, and apparently the darker the chocolate, the higher the cocoa solid content, which in turn means it’s better for diabetics.
LIKE ME!
Disclaimer:
I am not medically qualified, but I remember being told that as a diabetic who loved chocolate, there was no need for me to purchase expensive diabetic chocolate, but to check out the coca content. Chocolate with higher amounts of cocoa solids are best, as the sugar and fat content will often be lower as a result. (source)
Jerry’s first job was as a door to door salesman. The product he was to sell was dark. That was not the name that was the actual product. After several months he had not sold a single order of dark. One night he went to a company meeting and sat next to an old guy. “How’s it going?” said the old guy. Jerry explained that he hadn’t sold a single order. The old guy pulled at his chin and looked Jerry up and down. “Lemme hear your pitch.”
Jerry cleared his throat and began. The old guy stopped him immediately. “No wonder you can’t sell any dark. You have to offer a reason to buy.”
“Like what?”
“Show em what happens when you open a jar of dark.”
“But then I waste a jar.”
“So what? When they see the advantage of dark you’ll sell five more.”
So Jerry went out the next day and did as the old guy suggested. His first stop was a widow’s place. She let him in and after a few words he opened a jar of dark. When she stopped screaming and let go of Jerry she ordered five jars. When the light returned Jerry asked her, “How come five jars?
“As you know I’m a widow. When a gentleman calls this product will give me a great opportunity to scream my head off and grab the guy. He will want to protect me so he will hug me and them I’ll have him where I want him.”
Jerry wrote up the order and left. About three weeks later he saw the widow on the street. She rushed up to him and breathlessly ordered five more jars. “I guess the dark works like you said.”
“No. All of the men ran off.”
“Why order more then?”
“One of these days one will stick around. Besides it is so much fun hearing grown men scream their heads off. and try to explain how they wet themselves.”
Jerry went on to become the company president.
Light and Dark
Light
We are the stars
Change your position
Reverse your opinion
Come together, in this…our dimension
Meditate on perfect solution
We will survive our revolution
Reflect…revise to unify
Our souls never again to die
We are satellites in retrograde
Our future together was heavenly made
Our echoes will vibrate in celestial light
Our stars aligned again, this night.
***
Gaze into your world
Third eye guides you to the light
Develop insight
***
Summary: Two Souls into the Fire
One is dark.
One is light.
Brought together by evil
and prejudice, they struggle
to make sense of their love and
their place in the world.
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Dark
Lost in my nightmare
In the obsidian midnight of my dreams
Nothing, no nothing, is as it seems
The deepest abyss now rules my soul
Insanity gathers to take it’s toll
Mysterious and strange, gravedigger dark
Undertaking souls…leaving it’s mark
Entombed in it’s ebony, inky deeps
Forever and ever, my spirit weeps
The fractures keep probing…my psyche desolate
A crystalline human, myself incarnate
I exist in dimensions, my aura will show
A higher vibration, an awareness to know
I swear my senses are not corrupt
Open my eyes…wake up, wake up
Lost in my nightmare, I’m not sane
I stare at nothingness, I’ll take the blame
My love for black…it’s manifestations
Color my world, in all incantations
Darkness is needed for astronomy. We used to drive out at night to try and see meteor showers or comets, or stand in the garden under the shadow of the hedge and try and see Jupiter and it’s moons (we used a telescope) and even Saturn and it’s rings. We saw both planets.
Once we drove under clouded skies to chase a massive meteor shower of up to 100 meteors an hour. But we never got out from under the layer of thin low cloud even though we drove at least 40 miles.
On another occasion we went out and drove into a wood so we could see a beautiful greenish comet. That was amazing. Finally we recently saw the aurora borealis. An amazing thing to see in the UK.
Dark was my Light
dark was my light
when the world stole
what life i had left.
i died before death
could even touch me.
but i’ve mastered the art of pretending—
how to fake it,
how to lie,
how to smile
so you’ll never see
i was already gone.
gone long before
my body followed.
long before
death’s shadows
wrapped around me,
silent and cold,
claiming what little
was left in the dark.
with the sun headed
past the horizon, midnight
made things difficult
for without lighting
to highlight the obstacles
walking was tricky
of course, animals
with night vision, moved around
In the pitch of night
while humans relied
on the mobile moonlight to
find their way around
When I was 24 years old, my first husband died. I was living in the Bay Area, 2400 miles from where I grew up. My husband had a great many friends there, and they had quickly become my friends, too. So I wasn’t all alone, I had their support and love to help me.
He had passed away the night before Halloween, and I didn’t go out except to my friend’s homes. It was late November, and the weather was still mild, so one of my close girlfriends suggested that we go to San Francisco for the day. There were a few of us, and we drove across the Oakland Bay Bridge into the city. I never got tired of looking at the quaint, tall houses lined up side by side, all in different bright colors. We drove down Lombard Street and then to Fisherman’s Wharf to walk around and see the ocean.
My friends were trying to cheer me up, but I was feeling very low. I felt out of place suddenly, and a little lonely. We had a lovely dinner at a restaurant that overlooked the water and by then it was getting dark.
We went outside to talk and walked onto a deck that faced the setting sun. The sunset was pretty, and it lit the waters with shades of orange and purple. As the sun slipped away behind the ocean, I watched as the sea became something completely different. The waters were as black as ink, and the dark waves were pounding relentlessly against the seawall under us. The waves were like coiling, writhing, living things. I couldn’t look away from that darkness, it was pulling me in, and I felt like the dark waters were calling me with no voice, just their hopeless pounding and pounding. Come to me, where there is no pain, only black and cold, they seemed to say. I was transfixed, terrified, even though I knew this couldn’t be real. Or was it? I don’t know how long I stood and watched the dark waves, but it seemed like an eternity. Suddenly, I felt a hand on my arm. “Hey,” my friend was saying, “Hey, don’t stare at that. Look at this.”
She pulled me around and I was blind at first, my eyes had been filled with the dark. Slowly, I saw a whole world of light and color open up to me. The Wharf was decorated for Christmas, and every building, everything was strung with colorful lights. The colors were the most beautiful thing I had ever seen, so bright and full of life, hope and cheer. My soul was flooded with joy at such beauty after the darkness that had pressed on me, and I started crying. My friends all gathered around me and we had a group hug while they told me they loved me, that everything was going to be okay. I realized that darkness was real and had power, and that I could never let it get that close to having power over me again.
I will never forget that night, the ocean, my friends and the beautiful, hopeful lights.
Darkness, a silent veil drapes the night,
Whispers of shadows out of sight.
A canvas where dreams and fears intertwine,
Where solitude dances, solemn yet divine.
It calms the soul with its quiet embrace,
A realm where thoughts find their place.
No blinding light to obscure the mind,
In darkness, clarity we often find.
In its depths, secrets softly lie,
Stories untold, waiting to fly.
A cocoon for rest, a space to heal,
In darkness, the heart learns to feel.
Not a mere absence of light, but more,
A profound presence, a mystic door.
It shelters, it shields, it silently sings,
In the hush of night, with tender wings.
Darkness means solace, a friend so dear,
A haven from the chaos, a space to clear.
It cradles the spirit, nurtures the heart,
In its quiet depths, we find our part.
A reminder that light is not always to seek,
In darkness, strength is found in the meek.
A dual balance of nature’s grand scheme,
Darkness, a truth, a poignant dream.
What do you get when you you put two claustrophobics in a pitch black confined space with no obvious sign of a way out? Sheer panic!
My brother and I both have the same affliction, so the two us together are not the best combination.
We were at Jersey Zoo and decided to visit the bat house. Never mind bats, there wasn’t enough room in there to swing a cat. No sooner had we entered and the door closed behind us, when my brother started screaming ‘Where’s the way out, where’s the way out?’!
Fortunately there was another couple in there, who calmly pointed to the exit sign at the other end.
We were only in there for a matter of seconds, we never got to see any bats; we were both out of that door like, well, bats out of hell!
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Esther Chilton 
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