Poetry Monday is a
blogging challenge started by Diane @ On the Border in February 2017;
later it was picked up by Delores @ Mumblings and Jenny @
Procrastinating Donkey.
Then Dolores took over the hosting duties; but when Dolores left the internet, Diane returned and took over hosting
duty again with her and Jenny taking turns suggesting a topic.
Now Mimi @ Messymimi's Meanderings and I have taken over, as Diane seems disinclined to take up Poetry Monday again.
The prompts are now taken from 365 Days of Drawing Prompts and other Arts
group. This is a Facebook group with a (drawing) prompt for each day of
the year, but no worries, the prompts will still be here and at Mimi's
blog. And they mostly lend themselves perfectly for poeming as well.
I have something to ask of you: If you read this and the poetry of others via the links, would you please leave a comment.
Half - if not more - the fun of these challenges is receiving the responses of others.
Big birds is the prompt for today ... I have lots of big birds where I live, cranes and herons, kites and buzzards, and a stork now and then. But the biggest bird I know, lives in the Commonwealth of Letters. In Danish it's called a Kraxelicrox. In its original French he's Cracoucass, and in English he's a Howlibird, called after his cry: Howlihowlihowli! I must say that I find the Danish and French names more poetic, but maybe that's just me?
The Smurfs and the Howlibird
Remember the Smurfs, small blue men?
Living in mushrooms, all of them
One day two disobedient friends
went out with a potion and then
It hit a small fowl
and then came the cry: Howlihowlihowli!
The Howlibirds ruined the 'shrooms
Drove Smurfs from clotheslines and homes
And all that was heard, holy moly!
Was Howlihowlihowli!
Then old Papa Smurf had a plan
Made Howlibird small once again.
He lost all his feathers,
And then, even better
His Howlihowlihowli
Was just met with laughter and folly.
* * * * * * * * *
På dansk
Dagens stikord er Store fugle … Der er masser af store fugle, her hvor jeg bor: traner og hejrer, glenter og musvåger og en stork i ny og næ. Men den største fugl, jeg kender, lever i Bøgernes Rige. På dansk hedder den en Kraxelicrox. Dens oprindelige, farnske navn er Cracoucass, og på engelsk er den en Howlibird, opkaldt efter sit kald: Howlihowlihowli! Jeg må sige, at jeg synes, de danske og franske navne er mere poetiske, men måske er det bare mig?
Så er jeg heller ikke helt tilfreds med "Bøgernes rige" for "Commonwealth of Letters". Findes der en officiel fordanskning eller et parallelt udtryk? Jeg har ikke kunnet finde det.
Smølferne og Kraxelikroxen
To smølfer blev sendt afsted
en trylledrik at grave ned.
De undgik jo helst slid og slæb
Så de kastede den i en kløft.
Og tænkte der lander den blødt.
Men den endte så i et næb.
Om natten en kæmpefugl kom
og væltede svampene om.
Jog smølferne væk
halvdøde af skræk.
De gemte sig for en enorm
Kraxelikrox i et tårn.
Men Gammelsmølf han er jo smart,
han bryggede straks i en fart
en trylledrik der gjorde fuglen
så lille som musen hos uglen.
Kraxelikrox tog afsted
Han tramped', han hakked' og stred.
Men nu var han lille,
vor's smølfer holdt gilde.
Og grined' af fuglen imens.
Og snart var den ulykke glemt.
- - - - - Coming Prompts // Kommende stikord - - - - -
November 9 Planes - Fly, høvle, plataner
November 16 Fairy tales - Eventyr
November 23 Earthquake - Jordskælv
November 30 Oasis - Oase/Oasis
December 7 Blue prints
December 14 Flounder
December 21 Yule
December 28 Erosion
MotherOwl's Musings
Uglemors mærkværdigheder
Halloween is approaching. Maybe that's why Blogger is again banishing old comments to spam-limbo. I'll get them out!
It seems Blogger is also once agan deleting my comments here and elsewhere ... that's worse.
mandag den 2. november 2026
torsdag den 29. oktober 2026
Words for Wednesday ~ June, Chapter ∞
Onsdagsord. June, kapitel nummer ∞
The original Words for Wednesday was begun by Delores and eventually taken over as a moveable feast with many participants supplying the Words.
When Delores closed her blog forever due to other problems, Elephant's Child (Sue) took over the role of coordinator.
Now, after Sue's demise, River has taken the mantle of coordinator upon her shoulders.
No matter what, how, where or who the aim of the words is to encourage us to write. Poems, stories, subtitles, tales, jokes, haiku, crosswords, puns, ... you're the boss.
Use all Words, some Words, one Word, or even none of them if that makes your creative juices flow. Anything goes, only please nothing rude or vulgar.
This month the words are given by Sean Jeatings and can be found at River's blog Drifting through Life
If you are posting an entry on your own blog, please leave a comment on River's blog, then we can come along and read it and add a few encouraging words.
It is also a challenge, where the old saying "The more the merrier" holds true.
I have Words from two Wednesdays to use. For the 21 we were given:
Countenance
Favourite
Once
Pillow
Regret
and/or:
Bags
Faces
Machos
Steps
Swearboarding
And for the 28, this fine collection:
Death
Forward
Important
Intend
Left
and/or:
Pleasure
Step
Touch
Things
Understand
I did not get inspired by the words at all - neither those from Wednesday 21st, neither by the ones from this present one.
But I had to end the story - at least for now. Here's the last instalment about June and the smugglers. I hope I succeeded in making her just a bit solitary, and likeable anyway.
I might continue June's tale using those words .. Swearboarding tickles my linguistic funnybone.
June contacted the police, who told her to be careful. “We’ll send someone in an unmarked car. Just to be on the safe side.”
Thursday night, the Morse code message from the tree was different, not just repeat of spices, days and colours. A telephone consultation with Sanne told her that it said:
- "There’s someone in the house."
- "Ok, we'll shoot if we see anyone." And after a longer pause: "Chives tomorrow. Blue. OK"
Next morning the policeman drove away with much ado and sound and returned late in the afternoon, when June could see nobody in the tree or surroundings. He drove a small, quiet motorbike, which they hid in the garage.
The following evening, the signals came again. "All clear" from the tree, and "Chives, Blue" from the ship.
June and the policeman, whose name was Paul, had climbed up into the attic and were keeping watch through the two skylights. June facing the beach and Paul facing the woods. Whilst they waited, the policeman kept in touch with his colleagues via radio and told June that the beach was full of officers and that they had several more behind the woods keeping an eye on the two in the tree. June hadn’t heard a sound or seen anything and was duly impressed.
The two in the tree sent a brief message; Paul didn’t manage to catch it, but June saw the reply: ‘Blue’ from the ship. June joined Paul, and through the skylight they could see the two men leave the tree and walk down towards the beach, silhouetted against the sand in the moonlight. The policeman muttered a few words into the radio, and they saw one of the two pull out a torch and shine it out over the sea. After a while, the beam of light hit a blue helium balloon, and June stiffled a giggle. It was actually quite clever.
The two men waded out into the sea after the parcel, and when they were standing in water up to their mid-thighs, Poul gave a brief command over the radio, and the officers, who had been lying hidden on the beach, all sprang to their feet. One of them shouted orders in Danish and Polish, and the two men in the water raised their arms and began wading to the shore. The officers moved closer, ready to arrest the pair. But as they reached the shore, one of them threw himself down onto the sand and into the legs of the nearest officer, then got up and ran. His accomplice drew a pistol and fired at a couple of other officers. But at another brief command from Paul, the beach was illuminated by floodlights from the roof of hidden patrol cars. "They’re all wearing bulletproof vests," said Paul reassuringly. A couple of officers gave chase and soon caught up with the fleeing man, whilst a couple of others, armed with batons quickly disarmed the man with the pistol. They were both handcuffed and led away. An officer caught the parcel with the blue balloon, and soon there was nothing left on the beach. Poul spoke into his radio, listened, replied and hummed in acknowledgement. The lights went out, and they could hear the cars driving away.
Poul shook her hand and said: "Another patrol boarded the ship as it reached the harbour. There’s nothing immediately suspicious on board, but a lot of balloons and a helium cylinder. They’ll be punished, I’m sure. I don’t know if there was a reward, but in any case, thank you very much for helping to expose them."
"I’d prefer to remain anonymous,” June replied. "If there is a reward, it belongs to you and the men. They did a fine job, and they probably need the money more than I do."
* * * * * * * * *
På dansk
Sidste afsnit af historien om June i denne omgang. Jeg har ikke rigtig btrugt nogen af de opsparede onsdagsord... men nu måtte jeg tage og bilve færdig med June og smuglerne. Måske er jeg ikke helt fkrdig med June, jeg er kommet til at holde af hende, og vil gerne fortælle mere...
June tog kontakt til politiet, der bad hende være forsigtig. "Vi sender en mand i en civil bil. Bare for en sikkerheds skyld."
Torsdag nat var morsebudskabet fra træet længer end det plejede. June ringede til Sanne der oversatte:
- "Der er nogen i huset." "Vi skyder, hvis vi ser nogen" - og som afslutning: "Purløg i morgen. Blå".
Næste dag kørte politimanden bilen væk, langsomt og larmende, så han var sikker på at blive lagt mærke til. Senere på eftermddagen, da June fortalte, at der ikke var nogen ved træet, kom han tilbage på en lille, støjsvag motorcykel, som de skjulte i garagen.
Næste aften kom signalerne igen. "Alt klar" fra træet, og "Purløg, Blå" fra skibet.
June og politimanden, der hed Paul, var kravlet op på loftet, og holdt udkig gennem de to tagvinduer. Et mod stranden og et mod skoven. Mens de ventede, holdt politimanden kontakt med sine kolleger via radio, og fortalte June at stranden var fuld af betjente, og at der var flere oppe bag skoven til at holde øje med de to i træet. June havde ikke hverken set eller hørt noget, og var meget imponeret.
De to fra træet sendte et kort budskab, som Paul ikke nåede at fange, men June så svaret: "Blå" ude fra skibet. June gik over til Paul, og gennem tagvinduet kunne de se de to fra træet gå ned mod stranden, synlige imod sandet i måneskinnet. Politimanden mumlede et par ord i radioen. En af de to mænd på stranden tog en lommelygte frem og lyset ud over havet. Efter et stykke tid ramte lysstrålen en blå heliumballon, og June undertykte et fnis. Det var faktisk smart.
De to mænd vadede ud i havet efter pakken, og da de stod i vand til midt på lårene, gave Poul en kort kommando i radioen, og betjentene, der lå skjult på stranden, sprang allesammen op. En af dem råbte ordrer på dansk og polsk, og de to mænd i vandet rakte armene i vejret og begyndte at vade ind. Betjentene gik tættere på, parate til at anholde de to. Men da de nåede land, kastede den ene sig ned på sandet og ind i benene på den nærmeste betjent, så rejste han sig og løb. Hans makker trak en pistol og skød efter et par andre betjente. men på endnu en kort kommando fra Paul blev stranden oplyst af lyskastere fra taget af en patruljevogn. "De har skudsikre veste på allesammen," sagde Paul beroligende. Et par betjente indhentede snart den løbende mand, og et par andre trak kniplerne og afvæbnede manden med pistolen. De blev begge lagt i håndjern og ført bort. En betjent fangede pakken med den blå ballon, og snart var der ikke noget at se på stranden. Poul talte i sin radio, lyttede, svarede og brummede anerkendende. Lysene slukkedes, og de kunne høre biler køre bort.
Poul gav hende hånden og sagde: "En anden patrulje har opbragt skibet da det nåede havnen. Der er ikke noget direkte mistænkeligt om bord, men en masse balloner og en trykflaske med helium. De skal nok blive straffet. Jeg ved ikke, om der var udlovet nogen dusør, men du skal i hvert falt have hjerteligt tak for at have hjulpet med afsløringen af dem."
"Det passer mig bedst at forblive anonym," svarede June. "Hvis der er en dusør, tilkommer den dig og mændene. De gjorde et fint stykke arbejde, og har sikkert mere brug for pengene."
When Delores closed her blog forever due to other problems, Elephant's Child (Sue) took over the role of coordinator.
Now, after Sue's demise, River has taken the mantle of coordinator upon her shoulders.
No matter what, how, where or who the aim of the words is to encourage us to write. Poems, stories, subtitles, tales, jokes, haiku, crosswords, puns, ... you're the boss.
Use all Words, some Words, one Word, or even none of them if that makes your creative juices flow. Anything goes, only please nothing rude or vulgar.
This month the words are given by Sean Jeatings and can be found at River's blog Drifting through Life
If you are posting an entry on your own blog, please leave a comment on River's blog, then we can come along and read it and add a few encouraging words.
It is also a challenge, where the old saying "The more the merrier" holds true.
Please,
remember to follow the links, go back and read other peoples' stories.
And please leave a comment after reading. Challenges like this one
thrives on interaction, feedback and encouragement. And we ALL need
encouragement.
I have Words from two Wednesdays to use. For the 21 we were given:
Countenance
Favourite
Once
Pillow
Regret
and/or:
Bags
Faces
Machos
Steps
Swearboarding
And for the 28, this fine collection:
Death
Forward
Important
Intend
Left
and/or:
Pleasure
Step
Touch
Things
Understand
I did not get inspired by the words at all - neither those from Wednesday 21st, neither by the ones from this present one.
But I had to end the story - at least for now. Here's the last instalment about June and the smugglers. I hope I succeeded in making her just a bit solitary, and likeable anyway.
I might continue June's tale using those words .. Swearboarding tickles my linguistic funnybone.
June contacted the police, who told her to be careful. “We’ll send someone in an unmarked car. Just to be on the safe side.”
Thursday night, the Morse code message from the tree was different, not just repeat of spices, days and colours. A telephone consultation with Sanne told her that it said:
- "There’s someone in the house."
- "Ok, we'll shoot if we see anyone." And after a longer pause: "Chives tomorrow. Blue. OK"
Next morning the policeman drove away with much ado and sound and returned late in the afternoon, when June could see nobody in the tree or surroundings. He drove a small, quiet motorbike, which they hid in the garage.
The following evening, the signals came again. "All clear" from the tree, and "Chives, Blue" from the ship.
June and the policeman, whose name was Paul, had climbed up into the attic and were keeping watch through the two skylights. June facing the beach and Paul facing the woods. Whilst they waited, the policeman kept in touch with his colleagues via radio and told June that the beach was full of officers and that they had several more behind the woods keeping an eye on the two in the tree. June hadn’t heard a sound or seen anything and was duly impressed.
The two in the tree sent a brief message; Paul didn’t manage to catch it, but June saw the reply: ‘Blue’ from the ship. June joined Paul, and through the skylight they could see the two men leave the tree and walk down towards the beach, silhouetted against the sand in the moonlight. The policeman muttered a few words into the radio, and they saw one of the two pull out a torch and shine it out over the sea. After a while, the beam of light hit a blue helium balloon, and June stiffled a giggle. It was actually quite clever.
The two men waded out into the sea after the parcel, and when they were standing in water up to their mid-thighs, Poul gave a brief command over the radio, and the officers, who had been lying hidden on the beach, all sprang to their feet. One of them shouted orders in Danish and Polish, and the two men in the water raised their arms and began wading to the shore. The officers moved closer, ready to arrest the pair. But as they reached the shore, one of them threw himself down onto the sand and into the legs of the nearest officer, then got up and ran. His accomplice drew a pistol and fired at a couple of other officers. But at another brief command from Paul, the beach was illuminated by floodlights from the roof of hidden patrol cars. "They’re all wearing bulletproof vests," said Paul reassuringly. A couple of officers gave chase and soon caught up with the fleeing man, whilst a couple of others, armed with batons quickly disarmed the man with the pistol. They were both handcuffed and led away. An officer caught the parcel with the blue balloon, and soon there was nothing left on the beach. Poul spoke into his radio, listened, replied and hummed in acknowledgement. The lights went out, and they could hear the cars driving away.
Poul shook her hand and said: "Another patrol boarded the ship as it reached the harbour. There’s nothing immediately suspicious on board, but a lot of balloons and a helium cylinder. They’ll be punished, I’m sure. I don’t know if there was a reward, but in any case, thank you very much for helping to expose them."
"I’d prefer to remain anonymous,” June replied. "If there is a reward, it belongs to you and the men. They did a fine job, and they probably need the money more than I do."
* * * * * * * * *
På dansk
Sidste afsnit af historien om June i denne omgang. Jeg har ikke rigtig btrugt nogen af de opsparede onsdagsord... men nu måtte jeg tage og bilve færdig med June og smuglerne. Måske er jeg ikke helt fkrdig med June, jeg er kommet til at holde af hende, og vil gerne fortælle mere...
June tog kontakt til politiet, der bad hende være forsigtig. "Vi sender en mand i en civil bil. Bare for en sikkerheds skyld."
Torsdag nat var morsebudskabet fra træet længer end det plejede. June ringede til Sanne der oversatte:
- "Der er nogen i huset." "Vi skyder, hvis vi ser nogen" - og som afslutning: "Purløg i morgen. Blå".
Næste dag kørte politimanden bilen væk, langsomt og larmende, så han var sikker på at blive lagt mærke til. Senere på eftermddagen, da June fortalte, at der ikke var nogen ved træet, kom han tilbage på en lille, støjsvag motorcykel, som de skjulte i garagen.
Næste aften kom signalerne igen. "Alt klar" fra træet, og "Purløg, Blå" fra skibet.
June og politimanden, der hed Paul, var kravlet op på loftet, og holdt udkig gennem de to tagvinduer. Et mod stranden og et mod skoven. Mens de ventede, holdt politimanden kontakt med sine kolleger via radio, og fortalte June at stranden var fuld af betjente, og at der var flere oppe bag skoven til at holde øje med de to i træet. June havde ikke hverken set eller hørt noget, og var meget imponeret.
De to fra træet sendte et kort budskab, som Paul ikke nåede at fange, men June så svaret: "Blå" ude fra skibet. June gik over til Paul, og gennem tagvinduet kunne de se de to fra træet gå ned mod stranden, synlige imod sandet i måneskinnet. Politimanden mumlede et par ord i radioen. En af de to mænd på stranden tog en lommelygte frem og lyset ud over havet. Efter et stykke tid ramte lysstrålen en blå heliumballon, og June undertykte et fnis. Det var faktisk smart.
De to mænd vadede ud i havet efter pakken, og da de stod i vand til midt på lårene, gave Poul en kort kommando i radioen, og betjentene, der lå skjult på stranden, sprang allesammen op. En af dem råbte ordrer på dansk og polsk, og de to mænd i vandet rakte armene i vejret og begyndte at vade ind. Betjentene gik tættere på, parate til at anholde de to. Men da de nåede land, kastede den ene sig ned på sandet og ind i benene på den nærmeste betjent, så rejste han sig og løb. Hans makker trak en pistol og skød efter et par andre betjente. men på endnu en kort kommando fra Paul blev stranden oplyst af lyskastere fra taget af en patruljevogn. "De har skudsikre veste på allesammen," sagde Paul beroligende. Et par betjente indhentede snart den løbende mand, og et par andre trak kniplerne og afvæbnede manden med pistolen. De blev begge lagt i håndjern og ført bort. En betjent fangede pakken med den blå ballon, og snart var der ikke noget at se på stranden. Poul talte i sin radio, lyttede, svarede og brummede anerkendende. Lysene slukkedes, og de kunne høre biler køre bort.
Poul gav hende hånden og sagde: "En anden patrulje har opbragt skibet da det nåede havnen. Der er ikke noget direkte mistænkeligt om bord, men en masse balloner og en trykflaske med helium. De skal nok blive straffet. Jeg ved ikke, om der var udlovet nogen dusør, men du skal i hvert falt have hjerteligt tak for at have hjulpet med afsløringen af dem."
"Det passer mig bedst at forblive anonym," svarede June. "Hvis der er en dusør, tilkommer den dig og mændene. De gjorde et fint stykke arbejde, og har sikkert mere brug for pengene."
tirsdag den 27. oktober 2026
Månedens farve ~ November ~ Colour of the Month
The colour of the Month for November is ~ Månedens farve for november er
mandag den 26. oktober 2026
No-Poetry Monday ~ Ikke noget mandagsdigt
Today I am tired and un-energetic. And I wanted to re-use an old poem for our topic CLAM.
I distinctly remember having written a witty poem on "A Clam Before the Storm" which after much thinking solved itself as a CALM, and not a CLAM.
But search as I may, I cannot find it. Maybe it's one of the very few posts, I lost once Blogger buckled.
-- -- --
I dag har jeg ingen energi til at skrive et digt. Dagens stikord er CLAM = musling.
For mange år havde vi et stikord til et eller andet, hvor nogen havde skrevet om "The CLAM before the storm". Det betyder "muslingen inden (eller foran) stormen". Det tog lang tid, før det gik op for mig, at det var en stavefejl, og at CLAM skulle have været CALM og dermed betød det "Stilhed før stormen".
Da fejlen gik op for mig, skrev jeg et morsomt digt om det ... og det har jeg nu brugt lang tid på at lede efter. Det må være et af de meget få opslag, jeg mistede, engang Blogger gik ned.
Så der kommer ikke noget digt i dag!
- - - - - Coming Prompts // Kommende stikord - - - - -
November 2 Big Birds - Store fugle
November 9 Planes - Fly, høvle, plataner
November 16 Fairy tales - Eventyr
November 23 Earthquake - Jordskælv
November 30 Oasis - Oase/Oasis
I distinctly remember having written a witty poem on "A Clam Before the Storm" which after much thinking solved itself as a CALM, and not a CLAM.
But search as I may, I cannot find it. Maybe it's one of the very few posts, I lost once Blogger buckled.
-- -- --
I dag har jeg ingen energi til at skrive et digt. Dagens stikord er CLAM = musling.
For mange år havde vi et stikord til et eller andet, hvor nogen havde skrevet om "The CLAM before the storm". Det betyder "muslingen inden (eller foran) stormen". Det tog lang tid, før det gik op for mig, at det var en stavefejl, og at CLAM skulle have været CALM og dermed betød det "Stilhed før stormen".
Da fejlen gik op for mig, skrev jeg et morsomt digt om det ... og det har jeg nu brugt lang tid på at lede efter. Det må være et af de meget få opslag, jeg mistede, engang Blogger gik ned.
Så der kommer ikke noget digt i dag!
- - - - - Coming Prompts // Kommende stikord - - - - -
November 2 Big Birds - Store fugle
November 9 Planes - Fly, høvle, plataner
November 16 Fairy tales - Eventyr
November 23 Earthquake - Jordskælv
November 30 Oasis - Oase/Oasis
mandag den 19. oktober 2026
Poetry Monday :: X-ray Vision
Mandagsdigt :: Røntgensyn
Poetry Monday is a blogging challenge started by Diane @ On the Border in February 2017; later it was picked up by Delores @ Mumblings and Jenny @ Procrastinating Donkey.
Then Dolores took over the hosting duties; but when Dolores left the internet, Diane returned and took over hosting duty again with her and Jenny taking turns suggesting a topic.
Now Mimi @ Messymimi's Meanderings and I have taken over, as Diane seems disinclined to take up Poetry Monday again.
The prompts are now taken from 365 Days of Drawing Prompts and other Arts group. This is a Facebook group with a (drawing) prompt for each day of the year, but no worries, the prompts will still be here and at Mimi's blog. And they mostly lend themselves perfectly for poeming as well.
I have something to ask of you: If you read this and the poetry of others via the links, would you please leave a comment.
Half - if not more - the fun of these challenges is receiving the responses of others.
Today the prompt is X-ray Vision A shortie about one of my favourite child time heroes:
Super Goofy has X-ray vision.
He has this, and he has a mission:
Bring scoundrels in to meet their doom
Keep Duckburg free of crime and gloom.
* * * * * * * * *
På dansk
Røntgensyn. Et underligt vers om en af mine yndlings-superhelte er hvad det kunne blive til i denne omgang Verset tager udgangspunkt i en rude i Anders And & Co. nok tilbage fra først i 70'erne.
Supermule har røntgensyn,
han holder slyngler væk fra byen.
Hans supersyn ser nat og dag.
Engang så så han jorden rundt
på mindre end et splitsekund.
Forbrydere han ikke så
Han svæved' mens han kigged' på
sin egen røde buksebag.
- - - - - Coming Prompts // Kommende stikord - - - - -
October 26 Clam - Musling
November 2 Big Birds - Store fugle
November 9 Planes - Fly, høvle, plataner
November 16 Fairy tales - Eventyr
November 23 Earthquake - Jordskælv
November 30 Oasis - Oase/Oasis
Then Dolores took over the hosting duties; but when Dolores left the internet, Diane returned and took over hosting duty again with her and Jenny taking turns suggesting a topic.
Now Mimi @ Messymimi's Meanderings and I have taken over, as Diane seems disinclined to take up Poetry Monday again.
The prompts are now taken from 365 Days of Drawing Prompts and other Arts group. This is a Facebook group with a (drawing) prompt for each day of the year, but no worries, the prompts will still be here and at Mimi's blog. And they mostly lend themselves perfectly for poeming as well.
I have something to ask of you: If you read this and the poetry of others via the links, would you please leave a comment.
Half - if not more - the fun of these challenges is receiving the responses of others.
Today the prompt is X-ray Vision A shortie about one of my favourite child time heroes:
Super Goofy has X-ray vision.
He has this, and he has a mission:
Bring scoundrels in to meet their doom
Keep Duckburg free of crime and gloom.
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På dansk
Røntgensyn. Et underligt vers om en af mine yndlings-superhelte er hvad det kunne blive til i denne omgang Verset tager udgangspunkt i en rude i Anders And & Co. nok tilbage fra først i 70'erne.
Supermule har røntgensyn,
han holder slyngler væk fra byen.
Hans supersyn ser nat og dag.
Engang så så han jorden rundt
på mindre end et splitsekund.
Forbrydere han ikke så
Han svæved' mens han kigged' på
sin egen røde buksebag.
- - - - - Coming Prompts // Kommende stikord - - - - -
October 26 Clam - Musling
November 2 Big Birds - Store fugle
November 9 Planes - Fly, høvle, plataner
November 16 Fairy tales - Eventyr
November 23 Earthquake - Jordskælv
November 30 Oasis - Oase/Oasis
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