Inspiration point (IP)

This week there is a lot of to-do about Storms. All the seagulls have disappeared. Where do they go? (Someone suggested they are tucked up in a secret snug, drinking hot chocolate and playing cards till it all blows over). So, this Week's Inpiration Point is STORM. Sheltering from one, causing one, out in one. Metaphorical, Meteorological, poem or prose, please write about a Storm!

And while you are thinking up what to write, I hope you keep safe and dry and warm

 

Inspiration point

Mary’s Tale

No-one like him … and my heart was bleeding as his life was outpoured …

Father wind to a good son's ears of corn

A sword cleaved my breast at last I fell face down in the mud many boots ground me held me slippery with blood I died with thoughts of my son of...

Neither a Broker nor a Banker

A hypothetical advice to a non-existent son. Photograph (Credit: aastock via Shutterstock )

Happy 18th Son

A room full of strangers and Instruments never been seen Before or would want to see Again, and 9 hours later, I hear you cry. My heart feels Like it...
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