All my creative pursuits.
The Starship Enterprise hurtles through space, desperately fleeing the Klingon Armada!
“We need more power, Mr. Scott!”
“I’m giving you all she’s got!”
“Scotty, there must be a way!”
The captain did say.
“Illogical,” said Mr. Spock.
Back to silliness for this week’s Mind and Life Matters Limerick Challenge!
When a romance writer shifts her focus, matches wits with another, a different muse gains a voice…
It was random that she picked him
Her whispery voice had tricked him
In the dead of night
Beneath pale moonlight
The murderess claimed her victim
The little voice in his head
Had whispered words of dread
But he chose to ignore
And succumb to her allure
Thus to his death would tread
And when the deed was finished
Her hunger now replenished
The shallow grave would conceal
Her perfect male ideal
Till restraint eventually diminished
And then she’d hunt again
To find another man
Who’d fill her need
Abate her greed
For perfection to attain
In response to Mind and Life Matters limerick challenge
Just a heads up: This limerick is horrible. Not that’s it’s poorly written but in that the content is troubling. I’m not sure why, but when I read the prompt, my mind went to a really dark place. I almost skipped this week but after giving it some thought I decided to go ahead with it. I gave it a second verse, too. I felt like it needed it…
She gave birth to a son
But she couldn’t tell anyone
She was barely fifteen
Her body’d stayed lean
She’d left him in a trash can and run
The police finally found her
She was burning with fever
In a doorway, she lay
Two streets away
Delirious, weeping and shattered
In response to Mind and Life Matters limerick challenge.
Meg Sorick, Author/Artist 