The war of words is getting more intense every week over at http://www.trifectawritingchallenge.com/. Every week I up the ante after reading all the amazing stuff you cavaliers of the craft have posted. Every week I go away bowed and bloodied scratching my head and rubbing my arse where I have been kicked in it – only to rejoin the fray again the following week.
Oh well, here goes. On guard!
http://www.trifectawritingchallenge.com/2013/03/trifextra-week-fifty-nine.html
This weekend a photo is the 33 word prompt.
Celluloid spirits
skate
my frozen third eye;
scents of thought,
dreams on the wind.
Exits are marked with laughter -
doubt harries
those seeking the grail of form;
some rise -
though
so few lions.
The rather lovely Florence & her Machine
celluloid spirits
frozen third eye
ahhhhh so much word nerdish eye candy here! :)
Please – help yourself! :)
“those seeking the grail of form…” oh, just sigh! I love this.
Thank you! :)
This is so awesome. You definitely hold your own plus some each week (:
Thanks
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You have certainly upped the ante with this post! Nice!
Thank you! :)
“..scents of thought,
dreams on the wind”
Lovely lines & the ending is so full of subtle wistful sadness,loved it:-)
Thank you! :)
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I say stop scratching your head or rubbing your arse young man – you have no need to fear of your skills. You ARE a wordsmith and this proves it.
Thank you! :) I like this muchly! :)
oh yes, so few lions…
:)