be wild, be weird, be curious

Alien, elephant and sail boat

It was a lovely sunny afternoon with just enough light  breeze. I had recently become the proud owner of  A  sailing licence and this was my first solo venture in a sail boat, loaned to me by the trusting harbour owner. I was aiming to spend a couple of hours on an interesting uninhabited island a few miles from the coast. 
The plan was to have a picnic and then do some sketching of the unusual trees and flowers I had noticed when the crew visited the island  during the final training week at the start of the summer. I had never seen such exotic vegetation even though I lived in Barbados and had travelled widely though India and China in my gap year. 
After a short walk around the island i came across an fascinating item on the ground. It was the size and shape of a coconut ,light gold in colour with curved spikes growing from it. I thought it might be a seed pod and put it in my rucksack to take to show the sail boat crew on land...someone would know what it was.
On my way home I  placed it on a seat, where it promptly rolled off , hit the deck with a crack and split i open. Slim gold fingers emerged from the gap, then long scaly arms  then a pointed head. An alien appeared from the pod and communicated telepathically. It sensed my terror and decided to morph into an earthly form,  hoping I would feel more at ease.Now I was face to face with a baby elephant....what's a girl to do? 
Luckily the alien realised its mistake and returned to its original form, asking me to take it to my chief. I encouraged it to go back into the pod, and when I reached dry land I kept my promise and took it to the police station. Luckily no-one was at the desk, so I left it there and legged it. What would you have done?

This was written as part of a swapbot swap.
I was given the words to write 250-3oo micro fiction.

Poem -Day 13..The Vote Off

Dance, they dance their heart away,
Wanting the votes come what may
Creating the dance
Taking a chance
Dancing their heart away.

Standing they are ,awaiting a vote.
Who will be saved
They all take note.
Hearts are pounding
No votes resounding
Dancing their hearts away.

minute poem on Day 12

Minute
 A fun poem to write. 
It follows the "8,4,4,4" syllable count structure.


Got to write a poem today
Words come to play
What do they say?
We'll make you pay.

Have to ensure that they all rhyme
They do this time
Well then, that's fine
Don't have to mime.

Day 11- 2-4-2 Poetry

2-4-2 Poetry
 It has three lines. 
The first line has 2 syllables, 
the second line has 4 syllables and
 the last line 2 syllables

Open
The thick oak door
For more.

Poem Two.

After
Rain, wind, hail, noise
Sleepless.


Poem Three

Tricky
Toffee apple
Beckons.


Poem Four.
Dreaming
Is elusive
Yearning

Day 10

The wooden floor is stained
Caretaker taking care
To dye and dust
That is a must
To prove he is taking care.

I stand alone
I need a tone
To take a chance
To dance.
On the wooden floor.

I tap and twirl.
I'm just a girl
Who must chance
To take a dance
On the wooden floor
Dust no more

Just dance.

Day 9..Dreamy

Down I lay my weary head
Rest again upon my bed
Every night it opens out
Another world gives me a shout
Mesmerising with its nuance
Yet again it's like a seance.