Defunct – Dried

Image Credit: © Sally Cronin

What is the purpose of this thing – I spy?
No longer amid the ocean depths
Now in sand – stranded high and dry;
Lobster pot upon the beach
Carried in on the tide.
To fullfil its task
Shall it function?
Like systems
Defunct –




For Colleen’s Weekly Poetry Challenge: What does this photo say to you? Remember to use all of your senses when you craft your poetry. Could this photo be a metaphor for something?

The timely question: “Are our social attitudes fit for purpose?” expressed in Reversed Etheree: 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 form.

Beneath A Visage Cute: An Etheree

Image by Huda Nur from Pixabay


Is the
Image of
Total innocence;
The big-eyed gaze obscures
The wanton killer desires
Of the hunter that therein hides.
Little kitten so sweet – Rodents’ bane
Time will her secret dark longings reveal.



Colleen’s 2020 Weekly #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 182 #PhotoPrompt



Unpardonable: An Etheree

Model, Human, Expression, Overview, Girl

Image by Engin Akyurt from Pixabay 

Ardent fury
“How could this happen?”
“Who could do such a thing?”
“Number-one-ness manifest!”
“The senseless selfishness of it!”
“My anger and fury will be felt -“
“By whoever ate my custard doughnut”


This week Colleen’s Challenge is to write a syllabic poem on a topic of our choice in a poetic form of our choice.  I linked this to Fandango’s word prompt and came up with the following Etheree poem.  The form consists of ten lines of 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10 syllables.


FOWC with Fandango — Rage

Cloudy Night

Moon, Sky, Clouds, Nature, Outdoor

image: Pixabay


This week Colleen’s syllabic challenge is to compose a poem on the theme of the night sky.  I have gone for the Etheree form of ten lines of ascending syllables (1-10).  I thought the form would draw our attention upwards to our night sky.

Clouds obstruct
The gibbous moon
And glittering stars
Heavenly bodies peek
From behind wind nudged nimbi
Expectant of the storm’s passing
Moist grass below awaits the rain’s end
When the bright sun of morning will arrive


After The Storm: An Inverted Etheree


Ladybug, Drop Of Water, Rain, Leaf, Spring, Dew Drop

Image by Denis Doukhan from Pixabay 

All is so peaceful in the here and now.
More tranquil than in the night before,
When shutters rattled and winds howled.
Storm abating at daybreak –
Leaving damp in its wake.
Sun dries paths muddy.
Moist grass now stirs,
In soft breeze.

Colleen’s Weekly Poetry Challenge

Synonyms only! Here are your two words: “CALM & PRESENT”

“An Etheree poem consists of ten lines of 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10 syllables. Etheree can also be reversed and written 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1.  The trick is to create a memorable message within the required format.”






“It’s Time”

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Tower Trumpeter – Prague- image: Padre’s Ramblings

The 2020 Photography Challenge from Maria Antonia includes presenting a photo on the theme of “It’s Time.”  The above photo and its companion below are of the clock tower in the old town of Prague.  The Astronomical Clock is amazing, and if its artistic mechanism isn’t enough to draw attention, each hour a trumpeter sounds the time as well.


Now –
It’s time –
The trump sounds –
The clock strikes nine –
Historic figures –
Their hourly paths enact –
Curious tourists gather –
Upwards they stare and gawk – amazed –
In old Prague town the new day begins
The clock-astronomic, has entertained


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image: Padre’s Rambling

The Visit: A Pseudo-Etheree

Dentist, Child, Dental Care, Dentist

Image by renatalferro from Pixabay


Taking kids to dentists,

Things you’ll hear –

Glad it’s only twice a year!



Keep up!

Don’t you lag.

Don’t lollygag.

We have to get there,

Before it is too late.

Put a move on, get in gear.

Why do you always hesitate?

It won’t be as bad as might you think.

Remember to rinse, and spit in the sink.




Weekend Writing Prompt #138 – Lollygag: In 60 words


Nativity: An Etheree

Christmas Crib Figures, Jesus Child


Manger born –
Angelic Hosts,
Your nativity
To the shepherds proclaim.
In David’s town, as foretold –
Emmanuel to Earth, You came.
Born King of kings and the Lord of Lords
Yet in the humble stable’s hay you were lain.