Prompts for Friday Late

701 No-one contradicts you now, but tomorrow will prove you wrong

702 From the very first landing

703 It is not "heroic" to beat cancer. What's the alternative?

704 Here, have some sweeties

705 One day we will be taller, stronger. We must remember

706 Listening to MeatLoaf

707 We should build a giant crucifix in the square

708 It is a poor soil.

709 Scars upon scars. Scars within scars

710 Rust and blood

711 I have a little snow in a bag. It will keep until summer

712 Turbanned warriors behind every boulder

713 I have not changed the bed

714 Walking that November through a black, fruitless orchard

715 We endure

716 A dam here, and water power for the city

717 Comb my hair and talk to me softly

718 Nights of snow, of wind, of howling creatures

719 I would not say he is bright

720 The lights sweeping the headland. Little cars going home

721 MOONS

722 At the news the lights came on in every farmhouse

723 Be happy that we are so far apart

724 Let's pair off and pretend to like each other

725 The Fucking End.

 Friday Morning Prompts

676		There is something I am forced to ask of you
677		Something is alive out there
678		What was here before has been moved
679		She is Blessed
680		With a kiss, a look, a sword or by another
681		He once killed a bagpipe
682		We were making bread, she a little plump, me salty
683		The stink of fox
684		Now, NOW you tell me he was lying!
685		This ship is going nowhere
686		A slow warm wind almost crawls over us
687		Asking the tougher questions
688		There is a fine place, a golden land, across the water
689		He has made an art of it
690		We visit to see the great Cathedral
691		Burning Bright!
692		You would be amzed by what is dropped in dumpsters
693		We are stuck near Suez
694		Why don't we get the band back together?
695		Killing the thing he loves most
696		Play the birdie song on repeat while writing
697		PUMPERNICKEL
698		The differences between bandage and gauze
699		I was nine and she was eight
700		A story ending: He looked at me, shook his head, turned away, and…

Thursday Morning, January 20th

626 The worst time of the year for such a trip

627 Storms, recalcitrant crews, scurvy

628 I am black, hard, shiny, and totally unforgiving

629 She dowses the candle, unaware

630 See it, chew it, swallow, shit it out later

631 THUNDER!

632 She wore a silver cross, her grandmother's

633 As God gets smaller he becomes a Demon

634 Let us lie here together, our heads in the oven

635 I am in love with the twin who drowned

636 Kneeling to pray

637 From the fourth floor or the eighth, darling?

638 I would rather not be here

639 We are all prettier by candle-light, better perfumed

640 She is aware, faintly, that she is breathing

641 Weeds, dirty as sin, like lunatics grabbing at legs

642 A songbird mute with fear

643 Impervious as a rolling tank

644 Fruit, flowers, golden, swaying grass

645 I would like a little house, one door, no windows

646 Images of Saints

647 This is us, falling, falling. Feel the air!

648 Your Long Covid Clinic Appointment

649 Lovers rushing into the night

650 Say something to make me laugh, something to make me weep

 Prompts for Wednesday, Late

601 My daughter on a WaveRunner screaming MORE! MORE! MORE!

602 As we slept the snow rolled in

603 Was there ever an "Ode to a Chicken"?

604 Gravy works.

605 Leaf-Blowers, What the actual fuck?

606 Two Irishmen stole a calendar. They got six months each

607 The quiet thrum of a half-asleep town

608 CHERRY

609 On reflection, I should not have looked in that mirror

610 Her scent, her invisible footfall

611 The way a fence-post wears a jaunty cap

612 I ate too much liver. Now I feel offal.

613 Bleaney again. He keeps coming up.

614 One day, what if all the news was true?

615 Bring me tea and biscuits at 4:45

616 I watched a ploughman, willing him off his perfect lines

617 PING!

618 While he is present , he is also absent

619 Don't sit there! The paint is dry!

620 It was eleven in the morning and I was hammered

621 She gives me a daffodil, three weeks old

622 Clean, in between, tucked tightly een

623 Her we go. The last one we had left!

624 Does the grass fear the mower?

625 I was stealing from Pirelli. I took a brake.

 Early Prompts

576 A man called Bleaney lived here a while

577 Ingrowing toenails, corns

578 When there were such things as The Night Mail

579 The colour of moonfall

580 Walking a musky street, red-lit windows either side

581 Introduction to Pottery

582 Not quite the morning after, more like the mid-day

583 PUFFIN ALLEY

584 It's not that often I hit a perfect ball

585 Shit, even under floodlights

586 This is a simple place: people die here

587 Time to call time on time

588 Don't draw the curtain, not an inch

589 It has rained now, non-stop for a week

590 Eyes like Halogen Headlights

591 She is beautiful but her house smells of wet dogs

592 I have been dead one thousand days

593 Living over a Chip Shop, alone again.

594 Drowning off Lampedusa

595 A man with a rubber trumpet

596 That Easter I arrived a bit later than expected

597 I have met many late in their lives

598 To the left, girls, boys to the right. Orange Squash

599 It is time for a rebirth

600 When the blinds slap open on a dirty old train

 Tuesday, 18 January

More? Prompts?

526 I doubt any of us will dress for the ball, unless as footmen

527 I will write my history, the main a little better

528 It's too-darn-hot

529 The pen as potato, the computer as?

530 I keep your heart in a draw, in perfumed tissue paper

531 But I was young and easy then

532 Please my little thing, don't grow up

533 Frost and Snow have work to do

534 That's not wind; he's rotting away

535 A clinking bottle rolling on the edge of breaking

536 After Dick whittington, after Cinderella

537 I have hidden an oak tree in my office

538 All I remember now is her ringlets, the cry of "Mammy"

539 Birch trees to every side

540 The too-black pool, some kind of fish in there

541 A woman singing, so lonely, so dark, but still hope

542 A queue of boys with chamber-pots and night-caps

543 Once Upon a Time in Japan

544 I sleep by the numbers

545 When ice lies heavy on weighted trees

546 I would have been a lamplighter, or a wman with a pea-shooter

547 Two girls, dancing barefoot at night on a warm lawn

548 The pain comes as the thaw comes

549 For a second you were a pink lizard then you claimed the earth

550 A Fat Silver Watch

 Prompts for Monday Lunchtime

17 Jan 2022

501 The General felt it necessary to enquire where I was going

502 The Colour of Money

503 Last night, me and the dog were reminscing

504 Right, Children, This is The Lending Library

505 CLOWNS and Prime Ministers

506 Tickets to the Sun (One-Way)

507 To be fair, you always said you would leave me one day

508 Imagine Keir Starmer as the alternative…

509 Absence makes the fine grow larger

510 LIAR!!! LIAR!!!

511 You, me, Water-Fountain

512 Please Lord let me live long enough to see Trump die

513 Zummer times I reckons

514 You may love, have the battered face of an angel far-fallen

515 A windless June night

516 She is late, she is late, she is late

517 A poem about a farmer called Muldoon

518 Men pissing up the wall

519 We used to write messages on our laundry labels

520 The Best Fucking Country on this Earth? Good One!!

521 No, Evan's got a book already

522 A Fuck I will not Give

523 The ladies, as a general sentiment, seem not amused

524 BALDERDASH & POPPYCOCK, Solicitors

525 We have a dial-up connection when, really, we need Superfast Optical

 Early Prompts for

Saturday 15th January, 08:00

426 After each break, it's a good idea to leave a little flesh

427 Never Call retreat

428 I like the more simple man. Simple millionaires are the best

429 A fancy T-eaTowel

430 This way is a possibility, or you can go the easy way

431 Climb into the Boeing's wheel-well

432 Tail-Gunner, South Wales, name of Jones

433 The Coming Fury

434 Paper Boys in tiny pieces

435 OK, I finally died, but it was not my intention

436 I'm what you might called "grizzled" (and smell a little)

437 There are bits of me down many sofas

438 Men in tight Lycra just LOOK wrong

439 The lingering smell of smoked mackerel

440 Here in the outback, that's REAL pretty

441 MAGIC!

442 Yet you love my fingerless stumps

443 I would like to live on a cruise ship

444 You ditched me for a brainless, boob-less millionairess?

445 His wife would eat no lean

446 If a shake and fall apart, tell me to pull myself together

447 Since my tragic death (the week after next)

448 Let's all go to sea in a tiny, tiny plastic boat

449 We need to call a meeting. Everybody there!

450 SHOWTIME!!