Pirate Tuesday

Vector illustration cartoon of kids pirates on the ship at the sea

Illustration cartoon of kids pirates on the ship at the sea

It was pirate Tuesday at the local preschool and as I rushed to catch the bus, it was heartwarming to hear jubilant chatter and calls of excited children. Imagination piqued, they ran down footpaths in cheap costumes, waving plastic swords, an assortment of paper parrots perched on shoulders. There were almost equal numbers of Tinkerbell running the streets.

I volunteer at a women’s refuge once a month and knew some of these children. It required tact as strong as steel not to acknowledge those I recognised, even as some swayed in my direction, to confess some pirate secret, or some new heartbreak.

I was saved by the bus as it arrived, and abruptly swamped as it braked through a large puddle. My sapphire silk shirt now clung in the wrong places as I climbed the steps dripping and cursing, to see the driver hand held dramatically to his forehead, laughing. HIs face showed shame, mixed with concern.

‘So sorry, darling,’ he said. ‘My colleague distracted me with some story about his nephew being one of these crazed preschoolers, and the adventures they’d had kitting him out. I nearly missed the stop.’

‘It’s fine,’ I said. ‘I’ve a spare blouse at work. I’ve enjoyed watching the kids while I waited, so it was worth his effort.’

‘Where are you headed, love,’ the driver asked. Probably glad I wasn’t one of those cranky passengers.

‘Green Street, near the Pavilion,’ I said.

‘We’ll get you there, and you’ll be happy to know there’ll be no crocodiles, lost boys, or nasty hooked pirates. It’s the real world from now on,’ he said cheerily, and the door hissed shut as I took a seat.

‘I wouldn’t mind an adventure with a man with a hook,’ I whispered to myself, and watched the children stream into the schoolyard as we pulled away.

Written for Wordle #288 run by Lisa. Words to incorporate are:

pirate, forehead, imagine, footpath, abrupt, volunteer, colleague, sway, sapphire, pavilion, confess and tact.

MLMM Photo Challenge #390 – The Call

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Photo Credit Dang Ngo

My fellow monks are fearless

As they meditate the power

Of these freezing clifftop waters.

While I wither by the hour.

You can bring Buddha to the boy, but you can’t take away the bogan.

Not without a fight.

Daily and with joy, I pray, chant, and work

Desiring no wealth, accepting what I’m worth

And I glow as I practice giving

Fellowship and love.

When I hear rock and roll, let loose on the street

Watch the mantle slip.

The power of prayer persuaded me to climb to the top of the cliff

To stand in the freaking cold waterfall.

But I’m tired of robes that let wind up my thighs.

I give thanks for the peace, but I’m over the quiet.

Back in black, I return to my roots in the bush

Blasting ACDC to worship with music. [140 words]

MLMM Wordle #261 – Awakening

Yves is our host for the Monday MLMM wordle. You can join in here

Our words this week are:
sorrow, cringeworthy, miscreant, hide, hilltops, swivel, plaid, freeze, privacy, escape, mermaid, limp


On my pre-dawn walk, I stumble upon the mermaid, limp and freezing on the beach.

I’m not so much up early as I haven’t been to bed.

A widower, I hide from society and nurture my sorrow by doing night shift for the paper that employs me. I get the darkest most cringeworthy stories. Evil stalks at night. Miscreant youth roaming in gangs, hassling the homeless, looking for sport find the inside of a prison van.

As I approach what is clearly a body, I hesitate. Consider escape. I live with darkness. I do not let the light in. But can I handle one more moment in that world? Another death?

I swivel on my hilltops, and with that turn dig a divot into the sand that seems to suck me in. Stay, the stickiness pleads. Bring the best of yourself.

Reluctantly, breath held, I bend down to the woman and press her neck for a pulse. Nothing. I survey her form. Scales glisten in the moonlight. Her long, lean torso ends in that flipper. I look to her face, beautiful in repose. Porcelain skin, rosy, red lips. Hair that tumbles like tangled seaweed.

I feel my heart stir.

Removing my jacket, I place the plaid over her, providing some privacy. Protection.

I turn away, swipe the screen of my phone to call for help.

Something grabs my ankle, a powerful hold. A sweet voice whispers, “Help me, please.”

I look down into emerald eyes and I am bludgeoned by my burgeoning heart.

Welcome back light, life, love.

I return the phone to my pocket. [265 words]

MLMM Wordle #257 – Vision of Hell

Yves is our host for the Monday MLMM Wordle. You can read other entries or join in here

Words for today are: basking, crumbs, tongue, maybe, lifetime, last, luminous, original, mix, pretend, cicatrix, proprioception (definitions at end)


I am soft, no longer resilient

Basking. My country safe. Protected by law; manners.

A luminous lifetime playing pretend

I presumed to be unmarked by cicatrix.

Proprioception in play, surefooted in the world

Into the mix came pandemic.

My sense of the original, became the maybe

Freedoms cut; tongue licking for crumbs.

At last, I dreamed to once again travel

One more year; I look to the horizon.

I’ve been kept safe. My country strong

Courage departed, I’m now the fainthearted.

Visions of hell coalesce

 Dream of travel, less and less

Psyche doomed, coward looms.

No joie de vie is left to me.


(Inspired by this photo, category 1st classified ‘nature’ in the Drone Photo Awards 2021)

Extra Galactic, by Martin Sanchez

Extra Galactic by Martin Sanchez

To assist, some definitions: 

Cicatrix – scar of a healed wound (such as a scar on the bark of a tree, mark on a stem after a leaf or other part has become detached)

Proprioception – perception or awareness of the position and movement of the body

Sunday Whirl Wordle #518 – Arise

Use some or all of the following words in a piece of writing. Forms of words are fine. The challenge is to use as many of the words as possible. 


Snow carpets the land where roost, pink footed geese.

Kneeling, touching, shoulder to shoulder, living the cycle.

Down the line, arriving late, tears flow and wheels turn.

Winter to spring, candlelight to sunrise, flowers bloom.

Too many are lost on this annual trek.

Breathe, lift, rise. Move forward with joy, survive for the rest.


(Inspired by a photo from the Drone Photo Awards 2021, photo of the year, Pink footed geese meeting the winter, by Terje Kolaas)

Many thanks to Brenda Warren for this week’s Sunday Whirl. Click the link to join:


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#Wordle 474

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The Sunday Whirl – Wordle 474

How sad is it that a President of the United States of America named Trump embodies a word that means ‘to outrank or defeat’ ‘in a highly public way’ whose desires are paramount and may end any hope that you have to justice.

The sorrow that one feels; that the dream of a democratic process is dead, due to the hypocrite in power.

When you can’t deny the ruthless power the POTUS and his sycophants in waiting employ, you might as well react as the turtle; retreat into your shell and let the world pass you by. It will anyway.

To read other Wordle contributions visit https://sundaywhirl.wordpress.com/2020/09/20/wordle-474/