Hello everyone and a warm welcome to Entry PART 4) for my weekly: “Fiction in A Flash Challenge” Week #26.
Today I’m featuring a contribution from entry 4) by Anita Dawes & Jaye Marie.
Last week I set the following Challenge:
Hello everyone and welcome to my new “Fiction in A Flash Challenge!” Each week I’ll be featuring an image and inviting you to write a Flash Fiction or Non-Fiction piece inspired by that image in any format and genre of your choosing. Maximum word count: 750 words.
Here is the image prompt and the contribution.
I remember a time before my furry covering
Soft stuffing, these dark button eyes
I lived in Switzerland, my eyes were blue
I remember the snow, the slope smooth,
like mothers icing on our Christmas cake
Before the visitors come
With their puff jackets and skis
Father making sure there is enough wood chopped
To keep our visitors warm
Before they mess up my smooth slopes
That feels like a long time ago
I am here now in England with a nice family
I like my red waistcoat
I love being cuddled by Annabelle
Who likes to sit me by the fire
When she is busy doing something for her mum
All in all, I think life isn’t too bad
Apart from the days when I miss the snow…
© anita dawes 2020
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I love how you circled back to nostalgia with that last line!
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Excellent. I think the days to miss the snow may get fewer as you age little bear.
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Anita, I miss watching the first snowfall through the window in my warm and cozy house. Otherwise, I prefer the warm days with sunshine and green grass and palm trees of Florida. A very nice poem with wonderful imagery. Well done.
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This is another great poem, Anita. 🙂
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A great poem from the Teddy bear’s POV, Anita! Love the nostalgia.
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A lovely poem and take on the prompt, Anita! 🙂
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What a sweet poem. I will never tire of watching it snow.
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Nicely done, Anita.
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