Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge- Clarity Awakens

The Shadorma consists of a six-line stanza (or sestet). Each stanza is written as 3-5-3-3-7-5 for a total of 26 syllables with no set rhyme scheme. When writing a Shadorma, I would concentrate on a specific subject. Shadorma need a title.

This is a lovely form to write. There is no set rhyme scheme, but I’ve read some great shadorma poetry featuring end rhymes. Have fun and be creative.

Clarity Awakens

Pinch me, please.
This nightmare must end.
Stalks the sane.
Brainwashed masses rule our fate
Lest we awaken.


Prompt of the Week-Into the woods…

,Write a story with the forest as the setting.

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The dampened pine needles smoldered as the sun rose evaporating the morning dew.
Nine year old, Bella skipped along the time-worn familiar path on her way to the meadow beyond. It was her birthday and the birds were singing their new day greeting while a mossy fresh aroma filled the air.
She stopped abruptly when she spotted something new.
A small hand-crafted door filled the base, of an ancient oak, where a large hole had always been before she’d reached this long-awaited age to walk alone to the meadow.
Silently, she tip-toed toward the ancient oak and stooped to examine what her eyes refused to believe. The door had an iron ring for a handle and heavy iron hinges. She could hear muffled music playing and sprite-like, high-pitched, voices inside.
Suddenly, everything went silent- no birds, no music, and no voices.
Goosebumps raised on every inch of her skin when, out-of-nowhere, she felt a warm exhale on the back of her neck.
Bella turned desperately slowly, numbed by terror. There stood a wolf and he was upright on two feet!
The beast towered over her and snarled with its jaws dripping saliva.
Then she hit the ground with a terrible teeth shaking jolt!

By the time her grandmother called her to breakfast, Bella had decided that her nightmare, and bruising fall from her bed, was an omen to stop pestering everyone to walk alone along the familiar wooded path. She silently, and happily, would wait until she was 10!


Six Sentence Story- Perilous Promises 2

Rules of the hop:
Write 6 Sentences. No more. No less.
Use the current week’s prompt word.
Return here, link your post Wednesday night through Saturday late…
Spread the word and put in a good one to your fellow writers


It had been an agonizing two weeks and almost four hundred miles with Ernesto praying every night for their nightmare to end; sometimes even if it had to be with a merciful death.

He was haunted by too many things to count but having Butch’s imagined lifeless face nightly pursuing him in his dreams was the worst, even overshadowing their discovery, just yesterday, of the stiffened, rat ravaged, corpse of a newborn baby in a village dumpster.

As he and Abria inched toward America, some small kindnesses were afforded them by other ‘travelers’ even though the children weren’t part of any group, so recognizing the woman who had once dressed his knife wound waving to him from atop of an overloaded cattle truck, offered him an unexpected flicker of comfort.

She signaled him to hurry but Abria had already stopped moving her feet during the last hour so he dragged his sister even faster hoping to catch that blessed ride, when suddenly he let her go, because Abria, who hadn’t spoken a word since her attack ,screeched, “STOP! I want to go HOME!”.

Dust coagulated her tears and thickened the nasal discharge she’d had for days as she collapsed like an ancient woman on her deathbed; that scene of her crumbling before his eyes manufactured anger and anguish in Ernesto to the point of threatening to rupture his heart.

As the truck pulled away without them, Ernesto swept his frail, nearly weightless, sister up in the last daylight while cursing their father to HELL through clenched teeth, then rushed to find a hiding spot far away from the impending next wave of the caravan, which held far more danger than anything unseen they’d encounter in the brush after dark.

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