One of last year's prompts for our monthly poem on 12 Poems in 12 months was for a poem that rhymed. Judging by the comments that accompanied this prompt it seems a lot of poets found it more of a challenge than usual. But when I was at school (back in the Dark Ages) all … Continue reading Tigger’s Other Song
titles matter. So how can I find a killer title?
a short story
An alternative "Tom, the piper's son"
No, nothing to do with that* TV programme! A villanelle is a poem with a very specific rhyming structure. (The most well known villanelle in English is probably Dylan Thomas's. . . Do not go gentle into that good night. Rage, Rage against the dying of the light.) I have taken up the challenge to … Continue reading Villanelle
It's been a while since I wrote The Pond People. It began as a short story which was edited to death to send out for a competition. After extending the story it was sidelined for something else and hadn't been edited beyond the first draft. Posting it as a blog serial has made me get … Continue reading Editing The Pond People
Those who've been following this blog for a while might have read this already on commaful at https://commaful.com/play/cathycade/mirlings-in-winter/. Or perhaps in my collection Witch Way, and other ambiguous stories (available from Amazon). But for more recent followers who've been reading the mirlings saga, here's a verse I wrote earlier. Skimming down the waterfall, bouncing off … Continue reading Riding the Waterfall
Riding the Current. He was still figuring out where he was when Eddy landed beside him. ‘Flash… how …? Magic! I might have known.’ Flo joined them. ‘You’re bleeding. Let me look at that.’ He moved his hand away and watched Flo kneel to inspect the wound in his side. She looked up with concern … Continue reading Pond People 33
Memorial. Molly revelled in the luxury of waking up in the pond, with fresh water to breathe, space to grow and nobody relying on her. It was over. She was safe. She forgot to be wary. ‘Molly, we were sorry to miss you last night.’ Amber and Wally’s parents had come to find her. She … Continue reading Pond People 32
Cats and Dogs. They couldn’t afford the time to hide from Father, but while Flash and Grandad ran through the grass, Father was busy lifting the tank to the garden table to get a better grip on it. The grass had been mowed recently, which meant they could keep their goal in sight as they … Continue reading Pond People 31