Monday Motivations

After a fabulous writing weekend away, which has inspired and motivated me, I hope to do the same for you. Here are some writing prompts for you:

  • Laughter
  • Cold
  • The Future

Last week saw a single writing prompt: Spring. Here are your super creations:

Take a look at Steve Walsky‘s blog for four fantastic spring poems:

Jason Moody has written something a little different:

“What is it?” asked Simon.

Camille looked at him. Her features fought to display a blank expression.

“I dunno,” she whispered.

Simon edged towards it. He prodded it. It was smooth and shiny, and it was red.

“Well?” said Camille, demanding an answer.

Simon backed away, shaking his head. He screwed up his face.

“I dunno. Not seen anything like this before.”

The front door opened and Jasmine walked in. Her face lit up.

“Hello my little babies. Did you like the spring Mummy bought you?”

She picked up Camille with one hand and nuzzled her. Camille purred and purred.

Simon thought he’d give the spring one more try.

And now for a poem from Jason:

The cold has been sent
Spring, come to release us all
Time for sunglasses!

And just when you were starting to feel the warmth and joy of spring, Geoff Le Pard puts paid to that!:

A gloomy sonnet…
A Springless Future

Cold Jack, content and job well done, crept home
Allowing Spring her turn to warm the earth.
Crocus tongues pushed out through softening loam
As glass-eyed shepherds watched their flock give birth.
We, unplucked youth, prime cocked with urgent sap,
Felt the tug of Nature’s call to breed.
Like sheep, we followed Her bewitching map
To plant, in fertile earth, our febrile seed.
Yet somewhere Nature’s diverse scheme was lost;
Our black-fuelled lust seared seasons into one.
Our greed has neutered Jack; he’s become a ghost,
Sharp fingers culled by a remorseless sun.
Why would our lambs breed, given this breach of trust?
We’ve fried this once green Earth, turning it to dust.

And now for Rajiv Chopra‘s latest Mary Jane piece:

Part Twenty-Eight

A hypnotic spell seemed fill the room, and grip the three of them, as Merlin and Vivien began to dance. They seemed welded together, as they danced a dance that told the tale of centuries lived. It would ordinarily have seemed to be an odd sight to see an old man and a young woman dancing together like this. Yet, in this seeming oddness, there was a perfection and a fluency that became them. They were joined at the hip, danced in perfect synchronicity, and in perfect harmony. The ages fell away as the dance progressed. The three looked on as they were being taken through a centuries old tale of togetherness, conflict and belonging.

It was sometime before the dance stopped, and Merlin then turned to the three, smiled, and asked, “Now, what would you like to hear?”

“Your story” blurted out Poison Ivy. She had been entranced by the dance, and it seemed as if she herself had been enveloped in vines that slithered up and down her body during the duration of the dance. She shivered and hugged herself as she repeated her request.

“Ah,” said Merlin. “It was, you know, springtime when an apple is said to have fallen on a young Newton’s head, launching him into a world of exploration. It was indeed springtime, when Vivien and I first met. It was a magical day, with birds singing, flowers blooming, and the Knights resting.”

“Merlin was getting a bit tired of the Knights,” said Vivien. “Always warring, always questing, and not always living up to the principles they professed to follow. Yes, it was springtime, and it was time for a change.”

“Do you feel,” Merlin asked the Hobbits, “how springtime always seems to signify a new life, a new awakening?”

“Errrrr….. yes,” stammered Frodo.

“Yes,” replied Merlin. “It was spring when you embarked on your quest, to end the long and dark days that threatened to engulf the world.”

“Spring is for awakening. There is a freshness in everything,” said Vivien. “Winter does have its own beauty and magic. It is a dark, cold magic and life continues below the surface of the earth. Life’s forces seem to be in slumber, resting from the labours of the year. Then comes spring, and suddenly the life force seems to burst through the cold, and give birth to song, bright colours, warmth and a different kind of freshness. A new energy fills the air, and suddenly you hear the songs of the birds, and the laughter of people.”

“It was spring when we met,” she continued.

“Her face gave off the radiance of youthful vigour, with a hint of darkness. The rivers ran deep in her soul, and the waters of the lake had energy below the surface stillness and calm. I saw her face and new that I had found my alter-ego, the one who could complete me.”

“I saw his face, the white hair blowing in the gentle spring breeze. The wrinkles seemed to have softened, and there was depth in his eyes, and the wisdom of ages. My other half stood there before me.”

They stood together in silence, and began to dance again. This was a dance of new beginnings, of a youthful and timeless love. A spring was in their steps, as they danced together and wove a spell that brought the others into their fold.

The two Hobbits and Poison Ivy were entranced as their souls became part of the dance, and they felt a cleansing wave pass through them.

It was time for new beginnings.



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18 Responses to Monday Motivations

  1. DrEMiller says:

    Reblogged this on Write of Passage and commented:
    Today’s Monday Motivations from Esther Newton…
    Thank you, Esther!

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  2. Breathing. Always a good idea.

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  3. Rajiv says:

    You are pure evil!!

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  4. Rajiv says:

    There are some very nice pieces there!

    But… you are still pure evil!

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  6. Jason Moody says:

    Oooooh…where did you go?

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  7. Rajiv says:

    And, here we are…

    “Those were wonderful days”, said Vivien, a look of nostalgia creeping into her eyes. “Those were days that were full of song, dance and laughter. Merlin and I danced and laughed a lot, and we spent a lot of time listening to the songs of nature”.
    “Those were good days. Our love was young and strong, and the world was relatively innocent. The knights were jousting, and Sir Gawain was setting off on his quest. Lancelot, unfortunately, did not live up to the full tradition of chivalry, and neither did the Queen respect her vows. Yet, we carried on, in the full confidence that things would improve.”
    “They did not. The days darkened, and the winter of the Round Table approached faster than we thought.”
    “Yes”, mused Merlin. “I am prescient, yet I allowed my love for Vivien to blind me from all that I had foreseen and, because I did not forestall the cold of the coming winter, I knew that the future was going to be very different from what was originally written down.”
    He looked across at the bemused faces of the three onlookers.
    “You seem confused”, he said with a smile.
    “How can you know the future and rewrite it at the same time?”, asked Sam in shock.
    “Oh”, said Merlin. “You three were not supposed to be here in the first place. It was just that some last-minute adjustments had to be made, and I was asked if I would be so kind as to invite you, and to entertain you for a while. And so, here you are.”
    “Now, where were we?”, he asked.
    He paused, and there was silence in the room. Eyes closed, he seemed to have disappeared into the fog of old memories. Events of the past seemed to crowd his thoughts or, was he just musing about the philosophy of life? Only Vivien knew, and she sat there quietly and smiled.
    At long last, he opened his eyes and said, “The course of time can sometimes be likened to a river. We know the source, the beginning. Rather, we think we know the source, and that it is unchanging. As the river flows, so does time, forever changing course, its path being shaped at every moment until it flows into the ocean, and melts with the vastness of the silent infinity.”
    “This, my dear Hobbits, my dear Ivy, is how things changed, and how it came to pass that Vivien and I decided to plan the future with some care.”
    “It was too late to change what was about to happen to The Round Table. The cold fingers of Doom lay upon them, so we laid our plans carefully.”
    “I decided to withdraw, and we decided that it would be Vivien who would play a role in this. Some say I was locked in a cave, and others say I was locked in an oak tree. However, it was to nature I returned, and made my home in the oaken woods, and waited for Vivien as she, The Lady of The Lake, took the King across the waters for his final journey.”
    “When the deed was done, it was time for me to return to Merlin. We have lived here since then, witnessing the passing of time, and creating our own magic.”
    “This is how it was”, she said. “This is how it should be.”

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