Medical, Bottle, Pharmacy, Health, Drug

Through obstacles and roadblocks,

Backtrackings and steep stairs

Facing disappointment and heartache

The feeling nobody cares

When disease and disorder

Seem to have won

Remember to still hope

And by thus – overcome

For hope is the tincture

Brewed to relieve

All of these troubles

If in it you believe

I don’t not know if this form has a proper name. It is however my default poetic form using cadence and rhyme to drive it. I don’t know if I ever matured beyond Dr Seuss, but there is something in it that speaks to the inner me.


Colleen’s last poetry challenge of 2020, is to write a poem about hope, using our favourite poetry form (and on this occasion, it doesn’t have to be syllabic). She asks that we make these poems inspirational to others.

She stipulates that we should avoid negativity and politics.

We are to also tell us why the specific form we chose is our favourite.


green leaves on white surface

Tessa Wilson at Unsplash

Gladys looked at her schedule and a shiver shot through her spine. 11 AM Rapunzel, she read and then took a deep breath. “I’ve got this,” she said aloud remembering last month’s visit. She remembered that appointment all to well. “A wash and a blow dry. How hard could it be?” she had said over the phone with no idea what she was getting herself into. This time I’ll be ready, she said to herself glancing over to the wall she had prepared just for such situations.


Sweet Potato Pie

One of the American classic pies is Sweet Potato Pie. It is similar in many ways to Pumpkin Pie, but has its own unique qualities. Sweet Potatoes are also generally easier to access in the UK outside of Autumn. The pie is relatively easy to make and has approximately 445 calories in a 1/6 pie slice (or 223 if you are going with the 12 slice approach).


  • Pie Crust  9 inch
  • Sweet Potato  450 g/ 1 lb
  • Condensed Milk  397 g/ 14 ounce can
  • Butter 60 g/ 1/4 cup
  • Eggs  2
  • Ground Cinnamon 1 tsp
  • Ground Nutmeg 1 tsp
  • Marmalade 3 Tbs


Prepare pie crust and set aside.  Then prepare 16 ounces of sweet potato by boiling (approximately 50 minutes if doing a whole potato) or baking (about 80 minutes at 200C/ 390 F).   Preheat oven (if using boiling method) to 175 C/ 350 F).  When potato is ready peel and place flesh on a large mixing bowl along with softened butter, eggs, and spices.  Mash together then add marmalade and condensed milk.  Blend well with a hind mixer until smooth.  Pour mixture into pie crust and bake on middle shelf for approximately 40 minutes or until nicely golden.  Remove from oven and let cool (or chill) before serving. 



In A Winter Glade

Forest, Nature, Landscape, Fog, Trees, Cold, Wintry


In a lean-to structure on a brumal day

A woman aged did chance to stay

She was no witch, but was seen that way

Why they thought so is hard to say

Her cloak drawn tightly against the cold 

She drew a small bundle from beneath its folds

Pouring some contents into a wee cauldron without haste

So that none of the herbs precious would go to waste 

She placed the strong pot onto the firewood with care

She struck her flint until the tinder did flare

Soon the fragrance of Chamomille filled the glade

And the sense winter dreary began to fade

Hot cup of tisane now in her hand

She settled back, the most fainéant person in all the land



Bonus Wordle “Witch”

Lean-to, Bundle, Witch, Chamomille, Herbs, Firewood, Cauldron, Cloak, Haste Brumal- wintry, Dreary, Fainéant- an idle or ineffective person

Of Hope Deprived

PHOTO PROMPT © Trish Nankivell

The invaders had intercepted and decoded the last desperate communications of the defenders.  It had said, “Communications Compromised!  Refugees use protocols to Safe Zone.”  One such “protocol” was a spray-painted sign at an obscure crossroads.  It read “Gone North.”  On discovering this, Lieutenant Role of the occupying force posted a lookout near the place to see if it was in fact one of the defenders’ instructions.  Within an hour the observer reported a band of about fifty refugees and handful of soldiers approaching the sign and then turning West.  Role ordered the word “North” removed to symbolise the Resistance’s future.


Friday Fictioneers

Smells Like Nirvana

The challenge this week was to write about a song that includes Odor/Scent/Smell/Taste. While Weird Al’s Smells Like Nirvana doesn’t technically have the words in the lyrics, it is however the song’s title. The song is a parody of Smells Like Teen Spirit by the band Nirvana. Weird Al released it in April 1992 as both an album tract, and as a single. It reached Number 35 on the US Billboard chart.



What is this song all about?
Can’t figure any lyrics out
How do the words to it go
I wish you’d tell me, I don’t know

Don’t know, don’t know, don’t know, oh no
Don’t know, don’t know, don’t know

Now I’m mumblin’, and I’m screamin’
And I don’t know what I’m singin’
Crank the volume, ears are bleedin’
I still don’t know what I’m singin’
We’re so loud and incoherent
Boy, this oughta bug your parents

HaaiIt’s unintelligible
I just can’t get it through my skull
It’s hard to bargle nawdle zouss
With all these marbles in my mouth

Don’t know, don’t know, don’t know, oh no
Don’t know, don’t know, don’t know

Well, we don’t sound like Madonna
Here we are now, we’re Nirvana
Sing distinctly, we don’t wanna
Buy our album, we’re Nirvana
A garage band from Seattle
Well, it sure beats raisin’ cattle
YeahAnd I forgot the next verse
Oh, well, I guess it pays to rehearse
The lyric sheet’s so hard to find
What are the words? Oh, never mind

Don’t know, don’t know, don’t know, oh no
Don’t know, don’t know, don’t know

Well, I’m yellin’, and we’re playin’
But I don’t know what I’m sayin’
What’s the message I’m conveyin’?
Can you tell me what I’m sayin’?
So, have you got some idea?
Didn’t think so, well, I’ll see ya

Sayonara, sayonara
Ayonawa, hodinawa
Odinaya, yodinaya
Yadda-yadda, yah-yah

Source: Musixmatch

Songwriters: Dave Grohl / Kurt Cobain / Alfred Matthew Yankovic / Krist Novoselic

Smells Like Nirvana lyrics © Mj Twelve Music, Primary Wave Tunes, The End Of Music, Bmg Rights Management (uk) Ltd (primary Wave)

Better Times Ahead

Forest, Trees, Sunbeams, Snow, Ice, Wintry, Winter

In the bleakest of midwinters

On the coldest of cold days

The sun still keeps its promise

And light will have its way

No matter how drear the prospects

Or the forecasts doom and dread

Look for the light at the end of the tunnel

There are better times ahead


Winter Woes

Neanderthal, Stone Age, Caveman, Museum, Figure
sgrunden at Pixabay

Unn awoke and scratched at his beard.  It was cold, and the embers of the fire near the cavemouth were barely glowing.  He added some dry moss and attempted to blow them back into life, but his efforts were futile.  He dreaded the thought of having to trudge through the snow to his brother’s dwelling to ask for fire yet again. But need prompted him to go see Urn anyway.  Unn and clan’s three women that lived with Urn, watched in admiration as Urn struck stones together and sparks emerged. Urn was one bright troglodyte.


Weekend Writing Prompt #189 – Troglodyte in 95 words

Bragging Rights

Girls, Women, Girlfriend, Beautiful

Carol and Jean met every month for a coffee morning. They had been friends since high school, but their day to day lives had largely grown apart. Nonetheless, they did still enjoy their times to reminisce and catch up.

One January Carol remarked, “My Howard was ‘Associate of Year’ for the third year in a row. You won’t believe the bonus we got.”

“Jamie keeps us comfortable, and we always have enough to eat,” Jean replied with a smile.

In March, the conversation turned to summer plans. “We have two weeks in Hawaii this year. Hot and cold running everything,” Carol boasted.

“I think we will be visiting the Jamies’ mum at the coast. Debbie and Rory really love seeing their Nan, and exploring the beach,” Jean explained.

April found Carol talking about their new Jaguar and its heated leather seat. “And Howard negotiated such an amazing deal as well. He is so clever.”

“Our ‘Bessie,” as Jean called their Ford, “has character, I would hate to think of trading her in before her time. She’s part of the family.”

In May, Carol noted that, “A big push is on, and Howard is putting in some long hours, but who knows a Partnership might just be in sight.”

“Jamie’s home straight from work in the evenings, and plays with the kids before dinner,” Jean said with a reflective smile.

The July meeting found Carol explaining how Howard had been away on a couple of extended business trips, but that he brought back the most exquisite gifts. “In fact, this past weekend, he took me on a five star break in London, and a shopping spree in Knightsbridge.”

“That sounds lovely,” Jean commented. “Jamie never goes away for work and that’s just find with me. I can’t even imagine sleeping a night alone.”

In September, Carol showed off her holiday photos, and the new pearls Howard had got her.

“Jamie’s never gotten me pearls, but I know he loves me from the little things he does,” Jean said.

“Oh, that’s so sweet,” Carol replied with a hint of condescension.

In October, the coffee meet started much as normal. The Carol abruptly screamed and broke into tears. “I can’t believe he’s leaving me for that tart receptionist of his. I always knew she was trouble.”

“I am so so sorry Carol,” Jean said as compassionately as she could. “I can’t even imagine what that feels like.” Jeanie really couldn’t imagine it, nor would she ever have to.


FOWC with Fandango — Abrupt

Silent Visitor: A Triolet

Dragonfly, Insect, Black, Blue, Eyes

Brilliant wanderer of cobalt blue

Noiselessly hovering above my fountain pond

Your thoughts unshared, known but to you

Brilliant wanderer of cobalt blue

Why is it to my garden – to which you flew?

Was it here in which you were spawned?

Brilliant wanderer of cobalt blue

Noiselessly hovering above my fountain pond


Paint Chip Poetry Prompt #52: Our theme is Silence using ONE of the following –  sprig of mintsmoke signaldragonflyblack catfaded denimdust devil, and prickly pear.