Life in Poetry reading, writing, reflecting

Life in Poetry reading, writing, reflecting
April showers bring May flowers

Wednesday, 19 August 2020

⌗WEP-IWSG Challenge, Wednesday 19th August 2020, Long Shadow, The Banker.


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Quote of the Day : 
L'humanité qui devrait avoir 6000 ans d'expérience, retombe en enfance à chaque génération.  Tristan Bernard (French playwright and novelist, 1866-1947)

Man who should have accumulated 6000 years of experience, falls back into childhood at every new generation.

It's time for another Write Edit Publish Challenge of 2020, writing on a word and picture prompt with the Insecure Writers' Support Group.
If you'd like to know more about WEP and IWSG,  or join the Challenge go here and here


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The WEP site


The joint WEP-IWSG Challenge 2020





This Month





LONG SHADOW


The Banker


His long coat swishes across the macadam.
The gaslit streetlights throw the shadow
of a Stetson onto the lovers' bench.
They gaze up and see the deep scar;

it forms a curve, a coma, like a tear
frozen at the corner of his eye.
His iris is contracted as if from an intense
glare. She gasps in surprise.

They scuttle off towards the cover of the trees;
he swooshes on his way, disappears
round a brick corner. A cat shrieks
from a trash can in a dead end.

A whore whistles a walk down the alley
and smiles absently at the tall, bizarre hat
and cloaked passerby. She recoils
on glimpsing his face.

The man approaches the unlit bank;
he leans against the stone wall
and lights a cigar, pulling
his watch from his pocket. He waits.

When Mr Hacklebaum locks the side-door,
the mysterious stranger steps closer.
As they brush shoulders, the man
swipes a blade across the banker's throat.

The moon grins at the scene,
casts long shadows over the pavement,
the bench, the wood. The murderer
slunks into the night, coat flapping.
©susanbauryrouchard

FCA 185 words.


The Third Man, Joseph Cotten, Orson Welles, by Carol Reed 1949   , watch here


Counterpart, TV series, 2017-19, watch here


Bole 2 Harlem, 2007 listen here


Elementary, TV series. Season 7, Episode 13,  2019, watch here


My travels this Summer



Dordogne , sunset on the meadow.


Basque Country, Hendaye. Sunrise on the Twin Rocks and the ocean




Sunrise over Leiketio, Biskaïa

Sunset over Leiketio


Sunrise over the Pyrenees, St Etienne de Baïgorry



Sunset over Les Aldudes, Pyrenees


Sunrise over the Cirque de Gavarnie, Pyrenees


Sunrise over village of Viscos, Grave de Gavarnie valley


Thats all folks. Heat wave again in Toulouse, France.


Wednesday, 5 August 2020

⌗IWSG, Wednesday 5th August 2020, Form chooses you ?

Welcome to another monthly post for the Insecure Writer's Support Group.
If you would like to know more about this very encouraging and supportive writing group

Anyone can join, budding writer, published or unpublished, writer of poetry, short stories, novels, essays ... So give it a go and visit the other members , read their contributions and don't hesitate to leave comments.








Every month, we announce a question that members can answer in their IWSG Day post. These questions may prompt you to share advice, insight, a personal experience or story. Include your answer to the question in your IWSG post or let it inspire your post if you are struggling with something to say.
Remember, the question is optional!!! 
August 5 question - Quote: "Although I have written a short story collection, the form found me and not the other way around. Don't write short stories, novels or poems. Just write your truth and your stories will mold into the shapes they need to be."
Have you ever written a piece that became a form, or even a genre, you hadn't planned on writing in? Or do you choose a form/genre in advance? 

The awesome co-hosts for the August 5 posting of the IWSG are Susan Baury Rouchard, Nancy Gideon, Jennifer Lane, Jennifer Hawes, Chemist Ken, and Chrys Fey!



Thanks for this topic. Before replying, I have a question of my own : who is the quote from ?


As I write mostly poetry and short fiction, the form takes over almost immediately. However a poem can start as a prose poem, then become a flash fiction, sometimes even a short story if inspiration hits that way. Or it can evolve into verse, as a narrative poem.

I can't see how a novel can be anything but a novel from the onset, as this form, I think, needs a very strong idea which grows over time, and careful planning. Personally, my novel in progress firstly formed in my head: the main idea, the characters and the plot line; and came together over several years before I set upon writing it in earnest.

The short story is I suppose the most malleable of forms, content- and lengthwise. It may create enough material for a novel if written in the form of a series, maybe too I suppose.
Poetry, however brings with it a whole different universe: form in verse or prose; vocabulary more to do with ideas, feelings, atmosphere, descriptions than events except in the case of a narrative poem. I enjoy its concise, gem-like matter. When I write Poetry, I feel that the creative process is heightened and that is when, also, I feel most like an artist.


Thank you for visiting. Wishing you an inspiring August and a fun IWSG's day.





In the field, neighbouring our hotel in Leiketio, Spanish Basque Country.






On the road through the Tour de France passes in the Pyrenees. (Cols des crêtes, Col du Tourmalet)