If this Writespiration inspired you then jot a few words, a poem or a story and post below and I will post them with a link to your blog in next weeks post.
What is Love? By Sacha Black
“What does it feel like, Mama?”
“What does what feel like, Joseph?”
“Well,” I said picking him up and drawing him into my chest, “It’s warm and squidgy, and filled with cuddles and warmth. It sounds like glorious sunshine, and birds chirping in spring and sometimes like waves crashing on the sand.”
“Oh,” he said wriggling out of my arms. He frowned at me, and puckered his lips into a pout.
“What’s wrong, honey?”
“But, if love sounds like all of those things, then what does it taste of?”
I smiled to myself and planted a kiss on his forehead.
“What’s your favourite food?”
“Mama don’t be silly, you know it’s ice cream and marshmallows.”
“Then honey, I strongly suspect that love tastes of ice cream and marshmallows.”
Last weeks writespiration had three fantastic submissions:
The first a moving tale of innocence by Geoff Le Pard
No pavement this
A line of dust
Trod hard by toil.
Sifting grains held
Till the rains come.
Or tears and sweat.
Only children now touch
Sizing each piece,
Testing for abrasion
On soft untroubled skin.
Only children have time
Lives not yet
Trammelled by toil
Soon enough the rains will come.
The second a wonderfully emotional Haiku by Rachel
The dog sat, waiting.
He looked at his surroundings.
His family was gone.
The third submission was a beautiful tale of childhood memories by Charli Mills
Little Towns by Charli Mills
I lagged behind our guide, tugging at my daughter’s sleeve.
“Rose, this is like a scene from my childhood.”
She raised an eyebrow. “Mom, you grew up in North Dakota. This is Nepal.”
“Look—that little girl. Give her braids and that would be me, playing in the street while Pa loaded our wagon.”
“And that man in the doorway. He stands, arms folded, like Nels the shopkeeper. And that woman in the striking material. His wife I bet. Nels’s wife always dressed better than everyone else.”
“What is with you? We are in a foreign country.”
Nepal inspired me. I now knew that I would return home and write about my childhood. “Every place in the world has its little town on the prairie.”