Honeymoon Cottage


Image: CCC#23

We married, intent on living in Hawaii

But paradise would wait…husband’s

100% Irish, so after touring his parents’

Homeland, we found a honeymoon

Cottage in England…pink, like happy

Blushing bride, surrounded by privacy

Lush green trees, the loveliest of weeks.

Returning home, we carried ‘souvenirs’…

Memories of ‘paradise’, English style, tea

Time with biscuits; new fondness for

English romances…books, and on the ‘telly’.

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Calm Currents



This week’s focus is AIR.  Simply use the word and/or image provided and be inspired by the natural element.  Calm

Image by Jonny Lindner from Pixabay


Calmer now, emotional turbulence slowed

Joy returns, wafting on hope’s confidence

That adjustments can be made with

Relative ease…no need for panic, no

Jumping off balconies…just hop in

Vibrant colorful balloon, float, soar

Be at peace once more…

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Do They Have a Phone?


Prompt sentence: “Do they have a phone?”

Scene:  husband and I getting

Reacquainted after nephew…like

A son…(“Junior”) finally found his

Feet, left our comfy domicile (free).

Neither of us speak about him, dare

Not admit we miss his company.

While I’m happy for less laundry

Husband is listening to quieter

Music of his contemporaries.

We sit down to dinner, just us…

Our conversation suffers loss

Which never was the case before…

We’re in our own thoughts.

Husband compliments the meal

I sigh half-heartedly.

He asks again where Junior’s

Place is… ‘near university?’

I nod, note roommates…three…

Wonder if any is adept, culinarily.

Husband: ‘pizza delivery…and

Hitting the books; he’d better be’.

‘He’ll be fine,’ I say assuredly.

Husband puts down his fork

Looks at me directly…

Asks, “Do they have a phone?”

I can’t help laughing, he’s stuck

In dark ages, very old-school.

“Hon, they all have their own…

Don’t worry, he promised to call me.”

©Ennle Madresan, 2019 ~ All rights reserved.

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Elephant At the Salon


Today’s prompt: salon, mystery, elephant

Feeling like an elephant

And a balding one at that

I plodded into the salon

Determined not to cry as

I sought my hair stylist’s

Help regarding the alopecia

Which was latest addition to

My mid-60’s aggravations.

She sat me in a chair, with a

Healthy fruit drink, patted

My shoulder soothingly…

I’d brought along a Victorian

Romance-mystery to read

While waiting, a bad idea:

All those ladies-in-waiting 

With tresses as long as the 

Train of their gown, Rapunzels.

Nancy returned, cheery smile

(Like a nurse), and asked…

“How do you feel about wigs?”

©Ennle Madresan, 2019 ~ All rights reserved.

Image: Public Domain, https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/Category:Rapunzelturm_Am%C3%B6nau#/media/File:Otto_Ubbelohde_Rapunzelturm.jpg

Simon Says…


Today’s sentence: “Simon says”

Simon says:

Step away from the laptop

Simon says:

Face your addiction

Simon says:

Resist temptation

Simon says:

For Pete’s sake

Just say “NO”

To at least some

Writing prompts!

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X Marks the Spot

https://thehauntedwordsmith.wordpress.com/2019/03/22/story-starter-challenge-20/ Today’s sentence: “X marks the spot.”

‘X’ marks the spot…

‘Ex’ marked the spot

Point where life had

To change…

Required new map.

Divorce is harsh, wretched…

Not heart’s first preference

But my choice nonetheless…

Somebody has to say when

Enough’s enough.

Stripped soul to raw branches

Dry, chill-brittle, bare as winter.

Both end, and beginning

Led to next door, Life’s corridor

Handed me key ring

Better fit than wedding

Band; another map to study.

Wasn’t last door, there would be

More… I consult map periodically

Locate next marked “X”…

Survey interior surroundings

Mind, spirit…offer prayers…

Take slow breath, reach

For keys a-jingling

Get ready

To go forward.

©Ennle Madresan, 2019 ~ All rights reserved.

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Riverbed Days


Today’s prompt: tortilla, vault, riverbed

Bienvenido* Riverbed

Where we played as children

After munching tortillas made

By hand…neighborhood abuelita.**

Memories, diamonds in heart’s vault

Gilded days, skipping stones…

Laughter, monkey-chatter of carefree

Kids with dreams wide as horizon.

Riverbed’s dry now, all but erased…

Along with childhood’s open-soul face.

©Ennle Madresan, 2019 ~ All rights reserved.

*Spanish for Welcome, **Spanish for grandma

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