A word prompt to get your creativity flowing this weekend. How you use the prompt is up to you. Write a piece of flash fiction, a poem, a chapter for your novel…anything you like. Or take the challenge below – there are no prizes – it’s not a competition but rather a fun writing exercise. If you want to share what you come up with, please leave a link to it in Sammi’s Comment Section.
My Grandma Miriam
Was a cynical and lonely
Old woman who bequeathed
Her reflections and perceptions
To her descendants in prolific poetry.
In fancy I see, like a flock of birds
Diverse poems from here and there,
Each with a different song in its throat,
Winging its way toward the editor’s chair.
Some fly low, of earthy things to tell,
While others to the sky must soar,
Each longs to impart,
What is in its soul and heart,
To a sympathetic editor.
*© Miriam Wisoff – 1963