APRIL~ ”POEM-A-DAY”~DAY TWENTY-SIX~ WORD-INVENTED BY SHAKESPEARE POEM:

For today’s prompt, take a word or two invented by William Shakespeare, make it the title of your poem, and write your poem. Click here for a link to some words coined by Shakespeare, who was baptized on this date in 1564. If the link doesn’t work, here are a few: advertising, bloodstained, critic, dwindle, eyeball, hobnob, luggage, radiance, and zany. He invented more than 1,700!

Puck

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MANAGER OF MIRTH

by John Yeo

In the days of the incomparable Bard,

When language was robust and pliable,

He managed to coin the word manager

In a magical dream on a Midsummer night.

“Where is our usual manager of mirth?”

Enquired good king Theseus.

“What revels are in hand?

Oberon, with Puck and Bottom are bland.”

 

I entered the office on a Monday morning

Greeted by the prospect of a mirthless day.

Our manager of mirth said: “Welcome,

Your weekend revels have now ended

Go to your desk and complete that report

Your “Midsummer Night’s Dream,” has ended.”

I looked out of the window facing me

To see a tiny figure playing on a leafy tree.

 

Copyright (c) Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved

Written for Robert Lee Brewer’s Poetic asides blog on “Writers Digest”

http://www.writersdigest.com/whats-new/2015-april-pad-challenge-day-26

THE INVASION

Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers

Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers ~ Writing challenge week 9. The goal is to write a story between 100-150 words (give or take 25 words) based on the provided photo.

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Thank you to pixabay.com for your public use photos and our prompt photo.

THE INVASION

by John Yeo

Our solitary island of birds sits alone in the midst of a sapphire blue sea. Our nests are located in the beautiful low-growing green leafy bushes and foliage covering our lovely homeland. We have no enemies to compete with us for food or space. We fish for food flying high, then diving into the clear blue ocean waves, catching many small fish, before returning to our nests to feed our young. This is our island paradise.
One day a strange craft appeared on the horizon and men arrived in a tall sailing vessel. Men landed on our shores to collect food and fresh water. They fished by casting nets from the side of their ship. Two black rats landed on the shore and began to steal the eggs from our nests and then they ate our chicks. They quickly bred and we had no defence.
Our only hope of survival was to find another home far away, and leave this infected island of rats. We have left and they will starve.

(171 words)

Copyright (c) Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved

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