#PromptThursday Breakfast

Breakfast 

The most important meal of the day, apparently, and our mothers, and fathers, never let us leave the house without having had it. 
Are we nostalgic for breakfasts gone past, whether those are our childhood weekend mornings, or greasy bacon sarnies after a boozy one night stand?

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#PromptThursday Arachnophobia

Arachnophobia
Spiders, a fear of; again Harry Potter inspired. Ronald Weasley had a fear of them. 

What’s your stance on spiders? I couldn’t imagine actually ever loving the idea of letting a spider wander about in my home if I knew it was there! 

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The long corridor, to where does it lead? Are you walking into the light, or into danger? This picture reminds me of the Department of Secrets from the Harry Potter series. 

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Prompt Thursday. Surroundings. 

A note on my prompts. My prompts are in aid of opening up a discussion. They are not shameless promo posts, nor, well, they might just be me rambling on, but I think if I point you in a direction you can start asking questions, which means you are thinking. My mind is constantly ticking over & I’m very receptive to incoming ideas & inspiration (although my partner may tell you I’m not so receptive to watching if cars are coming when I cross the road, or when I’m eating spaghetti) from is what around me, like a new born. So this week take note of your surroundings. The sounds (bin men as I write this) smells (clothes from the washing machine and the scribble of my pencil) and sights ( a sea of papers, wires and pen lids) 

Your writing can take any form. It’s what you get down on the paper. 

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#PromptThursday. Language. 

Whenever I go abroad I always think isn’t it strange some of us don’t speak any English at all. In fact, when you go over the Welsh border in England you are suddenly confronted by road signs in both English & Welsh. 

Whole countries of people speak a different language. It rendered me suddenly feeling quite dumb. 

This receipt, which I found I had kept, has some words I’m not sure what they mean in English. It’s quite fun trying to find out. 

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Prompt Thursday. Brevity. 

Brevity

I have never consciously set out to write short poems, unless it’s a haiku,& under those circumstances I find I can never fit what I want to say into a few short sentences. 

http://quatrain.fish is an excellent site for finding small poems. 

Can you challenge yourself to write a three line poem?

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Prompt Thursday. Maps.

Maps 

Are maps made to be read, or to confuse us? 

Maybe it’s just the way my mind works, but I can never grasp the information on a map. I need my information as a visual. 
Hidden treasure maps, Dora’s map, Google maps …

Incidentally, there’s a hill in Portugal called Cardiac hill. Which is about right.

Prompt Thursday. Suvanears. 

A tricky word to spell is Souvenirs.

What are souvenirs?

If you go to a seaside resort there are many shops that sell tacky, sorry, no, cheap shit, no sorry, strike that. Objects such as Elvis clocks, complete with swinging legs, sticks of rock & ashtrays. All with the name of the town branded onto them.

I don’t believe Elvis ever visited our British shores.

I love me a souvenir. They help bring back wonderful memories.

Of course,  on a deeper level what we take back home on an emotional &personal point of view can be considered a souvenirs. 

Some people bring back toyboys,  & debt. 


Poem from Here Comes the Sun: Travel poetry Written by Katie Lewington

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Prompt Thursday. I didn’t Think I would Ever Hear Bob Dylan in a Sex Shop.


I Didn’t Think I would Ever Hear Bob Dylan in a Sex Shop
Makes you think that, doesn’t it? And I don’t literally mean Bob Dylan was playing a gig in a sex shop, but he was playing through the speakers. Hearing that gravelly voice amid glass dildos & collars & PVC outfits was a tad surreal.

Lay lady lay indeed.

The above title is a poem from my new book Here comes the Sun: Travel Poetry Written by Katie Lewington. And I was in Amsterdam.

I have previously neglected to title many of my poems and stories. Lack of imagination & because I don’t like to point out the obvious, which I suppose a title can do by immediately giving you a clue to what the piece of writing is about. You can also mislead your reader by calling your poem Toad & then writing about Trump.

Oh hang on …

I recently read a poetry collection by Tye Jiles. She didn’t name her poems, but instead placed tag lines at the end of her poems. This seemed to neatly sum up what she had written, & I felt it defined each poem.

What are your thoughts on titles?

Have you any of your own quirky titles, or favourites by other writers you would like to share?

Comment below!

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Prompt Thursday. Football.

Today’s prompt is football.  

Taken from my book HERE COMES THE SUN : TRAVEL POETRY WRITTEN BY KATIE LEWINGTON 

The poem in the book that references football had me admitting I might actually love the footie,  but would never admit it.

There always seems to be a lot of sport on around the summer time.

The football season ends,  & the tennis and Rugby are on.

Are you a sports fan? 

Are there teams you support?

Perhaps you could write about going to a match. 

Or playing against somebody on a pitch,  or court. 

Write about the crowds, the food, the stadium, the noise, the emotion, the winning, & losing.