Monday Motivations…On Tuesday

This week’s writing challenge is a day late thanks to entertaining and cooking for a houseful yesterday. It was a wonderful, noisy, fun day! I hope you all had a special Christmas with your loved ones.

This week’s theme is, of course, New Year. You can write a story, poem, limerick…the choice is yours.

Last week’s challenge involved three options:

  • The Gift
  • Magic
  • Snow

Here are your festive offerings:

Sarah sent in a super poem called ‘The Gift’:

Granny sat in the huge rocking chair,
Sitting by the fire all cosy and bare.

Rocking gently, eyes vacant, the warmth on her face,
Great memories replaying taking her to another place.

She remembered a Christmas day as a child,
Her eyes full of wonder, excitement and wild.

Where thick snow covered the ground outside,
She saw children skating on the pond, they did glide.

She pulled on her scarf, coat, mittens, and hat,
Then ran outdoors, to join them, but skidded and fell flat.

She ran back indoors and cried to her mom,
How she wanted to skate but fell on her bum.

Her mom dried her tears and spoke soothingly,
Then she opened her presents while her mom brewed some tea.

Granny smiled, these thoughts were such a wonderful call,
Then realised, sweet memories are the greatest treasure of all.


Mitchell Toews is new to my blog, having discovered it whilst delayed at the airport! As you’ll see, he’s an amazing writer:

Let it Snow

THE THREE GATHERED, tall and awkward, beside the street. They stared wide-eyed at the traffic streaming down Richelieu. A daylong drizzle had just begun to turn to fine snow and they stood back from the curb on the grass, partially hidden by a cluster of birch trees.

Streetlights glowed in the falling snow and the wet pavement seemed to steam.

The tallest of the three was conveniently the oldest too and she studied the cars as if she might know one of the drivers. She tracked each vehicle as it passed. Eager to lead them on a dash across the street, she waited for a break in the line.

The street was jammed with shoppers carrying home last minute gifts, food and bottles of wine. Buses, trucks and taxis competed for space. On the road too were churchgoers; their minivans loaded with robed wise men and lowing cattle, cozy in their car seats.

Everyone had a place to be that evening.

On slender legs, the three sisters hurried to the far side where Walker’s Creek Park waited in still, dark contrast to the busy rue.

After crossing – heels hollow on the pavement – they regrouped and carried on along the sidewalk. Red taillights lit the roadway, snaking down the slope to the traffic signal below. A few drivers called to them; others whistled but they were ignored.

Reaching a broken section of park fence, each in turn stepped through the breach, lifting their legs well above the tangled wire. Close now to their rendezvous they hurried towards the trail in the woods which was obscure in the dim light.

There they were! Shoulders hunched and stamping the snow they huddled in the overgrown cusp of the woods. Their masculine faces were caught in the flickering glare of headlights from Frontenac Drive as vehicles merged with the moving river of red. Their breath showed in white clouds through the branches.

Eyes bright, the three young does held their heads up to scent the males and then cantered, forelegs high, across the sleety grass.


And now Rajiv Chopra brings a stunning interlude to his Mary Jane series, with snow, magic, and the Gift rolled into one!:

Following Christmas, it had started to snow heavily. It was the first time in many years that there had been so much snow, and the city, had become white and quiet. Everyone was indoors in the foul weather until, one day, the sun broke through the cloudy cover that had blanketed the city in the weeks following Christmas, and lit up the sky.

The sun was out, shining through a blue sky, and the air was cold and pure. Crisp, is the word that most conventional people would use to describe the atmosphere, but even I was moved by the silence and purity in the atmosphere. It was magical. It appeared all traces of dirt had been washed away, and all that was left was pure beauty and silence. Ah, beautiful silence that had not been heard in a long, long time.

In this pure silence, you could hear the gentle blowing of the breeze, and could almost hear the warbling of the birds. No, I am not wrong. I say you could almost hear the songs of the birds, because in this bitter cold, they had all flown away. However, yes, if you listened well enough, you could hear the echoes of their summer songs coming through the clear air.

It was indeed a magical realm that had been created by the piled-up snow, the blue sky, the beautiful light and the silence.

Some would say that it was a gift from God. Yet, I would say that it was a gift from me, Loki. I sat there in my warm attic, looking out at the silent beauty I beheld, and then I decided to open my window, and breathe in the joyous song of Nature in full bloom.
It was an interlude that I had searched and thirsted for. It was an interlude, ideal for a restless soul to pause and be healed. It was an interlude that allowed every spirit, clean or evil, to reconsider their journey in life. It was an interlude for each and every one to relax and rediscover the simple joys of life.

That such moments come but rarely is indeed a tragedy, and I Loki, would like to say to all living men and women, boys and girls, that these little magical gifts are to be treasured and remembered with gratitude. I speak to mankind alone, in this matter, because the rest of the natural world already does know how to enjoy such moments.

A pause is all we need, and if we lose that moment, it is gone forever. If we cherish and accept these moments of joy, then something of the magic lives inside us forever.
I sat there by the window of my attic, watching the light change, as the sun rose and waned in the sky. I watched the clean blue colour become warm, and then watched the sunrays turn the sky into a medley of red, orange and gold. Then, the day sky was replaced by the twinkling stars in a blur-black sky. They seemed to dance through the night, and all was good with the world.

The morning sun rose, and with it came a cloud. A black cloud, it was, and the magical moments of the previous day were gathered into the memories of those who had chosen to cherish the gift that was given to them.

The normal days had returned, and people started to shovel away the snow. Some of them had an extremely grumpy, angry look on their faces. They grumbled about the loss of ‘productive’ days. Ah, my friends, what indeed is ‘productivity’, if you don’t have time for reflection?

Some of you impatient souls may indeed wonder what happened to The Hobbits, who had started this tale? What of Mary Jane and Harley Quinn? What had Batman and Poison Ivy done to The Joker and Spiderman?

This interlude, my friends, is drawing to a close. The tale now continues and, I Loki, shall now resume my labours of old.




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37 Responses to Monday Motivations…On Tuesday

  1. Simon says:

    It’s a bit hard to write and cook isn’t it? Hopefully I can think about writing something for next week! I hope you had a good Christmas Esther! 😃

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  3. EDC Writing says:

    Whoops missed last week’s … this week’s ‘New Year’ I’ll have a little something ….

  4. Hope you had a lovely Christmas Esther. 🙂

  5. DrEMiller says:

    Reblogged this on Write of Passage and commented:
    This week’s Monday Motivations from Esther Newton are a bit delayed because of Christmas and Boxing Day. But she offers a Tuesday Monday Motivations with a New Year theme. Read on for a taste of what last week’s Motivations yielded.
    Thank you, Esther! Hope you are having a wonderful Christmas season!

  6. Rajiv says:

    Why New Year? Why, oh why, oh why, oh why?

  7. EDC Writing says:

    Hi Esther … as promised … and it’s only Wednesday!

    The week that stands for nothing
    Christmas Day to New Year
    The one you get closest
    To losing everything
    So much proximity
    Too much time to think
    Roll on … back to work next week

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  9. EDC Writing says:

    Oh dear a typo and it had to be your name too ! Sorry Esther!

  10. Rajiv says:

    Yo Ho Ho, and a bottle of Rum! I have it here!

    “The New Year has gone by, my sweet”, said Harley, poking her nose out from under the covers. The beautiful interlude had passed them by, and they had spent that wonderful day under the covers, engaged in activities that we shall not describe here.
    “Yes”, replied Mary Jane. “It’s gone. Yet, the year is young. We need to make a resolution for the year”
    A pause, and then Harley flung the covers off, stretching her body, and curling her red painted toe nails. Her white body hid the muscles that rippled beneath the pale skin. She was strong, as was Mary Jane, yet without losing the essential femininity that defined the essential sensuality of a woman.
    “What sort of resolution?”, she asked. “Resolutions are for farts and old fogeys.”
    “Not a typical New Year resolution,” said Mary. “Let’s resolve to be the meanest, baddest, wickedest, most feared and desired duo in the history of……. of ………. of ……. unorganized crime. We shall be the sexiest and baddest couple in history. How’s that?”
    “Sounds perfect”, said Harley.
    “Now, what shall we do?”, mused Mary Jane. “What shall we do?” She tapped the table top with her fingers, her eyes acquiring the look of someone lost in a maze of wicked, vengeful, relaxing thoughts.
    “What shall we do?”
    Silence followed, and the sun streamed through the lace curtains, casting abstract shadows on their alabaster bodies. They looked like twins. White, sleek bodies, red-painted nails, red pouting lips. They differed in the colour of their hair. The intelligent, mischievous, slightly demented look in their eyes was identical. They were indeed made – born – for each other, waifs from the bowels of Hell.
    “I know!”, smiled Harley. “Let’s get the Joker and Spidey for all the trouble they have caused us. And, let’s get that sneaky devil, Sam, as well”
    “Frodo, we spare”, said Mary Jane. “He tried to save us, and he is so devoted.”
    “What shall we do with them when we find them?”, asked Harley.
    “Oh, I don’t know, and I don’t care. Our wicked little minds will think up something most delightful, don’t you think?”
    “Ohhhh yes…. What a way to start off the New Year”, smiled Harley. “What difference that the New Year has gone. We are the wickedest, sexiest, baddest, most desirable little crime duo in the history of crime.. We are the Crazies….. Let’s do it!”
    Some distance away, in a dungeon smelling of bats, sat four men, hands tied behind their backs.
    “Pah”, said The Spider. “It’s time for us to escape, and plot our revenge.”
    The Joker grinned grimly. His red mouth made a ghastly, smiling gash across his white, alabaster face.
    The eyes of the two had a crazed look in them. Looking at the two of them, the Hobbits were hopeful, and yet alarmed.
    Wheels were turning, and events were slowly coming to a boil.
    The year was young, and was about to witness events that had not been seen in a long, long time.

  11. Sarah says:

    Hi Esther, here are a couple of new year limerick’s. I couldn’t decide on which ending I liked so I wrote the two of them:

    The new year comes in with a cheer,
    Until we realise that the sheer,
    Weight we must lose,
    No more chocolate, cakes, or booze,
    As exercise and weight loss are clear.

    The new year comes in with a cheer,
    Until we realise that the sheer,
    Weight we must lose,
    To make our fitness improve,
    For a happier, healthier, new year.

    Hope that you enjoy them. 🙂

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