Writing prompt for issue 14.1
House amongst redwood trees, by Frank Schulenberg
So, here’s the image we’ve chosen as a writing prompt for the upcoming issue 14.1: Spring in Cascade Canyon, Mill Valley, California, courtesy of ?photographer Frank Schulenburg. A place with a nearly fairy-tale flavor to help spark your imagination. ?We hope it inspires you to surprise yourself with a small poem you may not have written otherwise. We invite you to add your best efforts to our comment box below.
We’ll include the stand-out poem(s) in our forthcoming issue, tinywords 14.1, ?due out in early April.
Regular submissions will continue to be accepted at our submissions?page through Monday, March 3, 2014.
Time to get lost in the woods. The Redwoods.
Thanks,
The Editors
March 1st, 2014 at 11:26 am
breathless beauty
peaceful calm reverberates
under the looming redwood
March 1st, 2014 at 11:35 am
on the path
to the hidden garden…
we find
our song and sing it,
our love and live it
March 1st, 2014 at 11:45 am
Charmed
Up to the cottage, our getaway
is inviting and quaint,
an enchanting hideaway–
up to the cottage. A getaway
for time without complaint,
to live without restraint.
Up to the cottage, our getaway
is inviting and quaint.
~Laurie Kolp
March 1st, 2014 at 11:49 am
You can hug them
soft on your cheek
sequoia trees
March 1st, 2014 at 11:50 am
Verdant path speckled
with sunlight alighting my
imagination
March 1st, 2014 at 11:59 am
where oh where
can the butterfly be
adrift in the sea of green
March 1st, 2014 at 12:11 pm
So much nature carefully arranged
around one expensive cottage.
A sparrow singing further down the road.
March 1st, 2014 at 12:14 pm
We found the house by chance
drunk on stories of old times—
taken aback by the puzzle-
piece roof, lush secrecy
behind fern and cobble
glad for our imagination
running, no, fleeing
from our failed hunt for morels,
morsels under fallen giants—
Nature finding a way
to give us something back,
something new
March 1st, 2014 at 12:17 pm
under the redwoods
my thoughts
grow still
March 1st, 2014 at 12:18 pm
tiny house—
canopy light seeps through
ferns in a garden
March 1st, 2014 at 12:22 pm
coming home again
sunlight warming
the memories
March 1st, 2014 at 12:38 pm
redwoods
all the reasons
to step off the path
March 1st, 2014 at 12:44 pm
"nippy spring"
roses bloom
on a tiny path;
the glory of majestic treetops escapes
nippy spring resting on the skin
March 1st, 2014 at 1:16 pm
greenery all around
waking up environs
spring on wings
March 1st, 2014 at 1:18 pm
green world
everywhere
a different shade
March 1st, 2014 at 1:18 pm
…forgetting 'five' to hide 'four' rose clover…
March 1st, 2014 at 1:19 pm
greenery all around
old yielding place to new
spring around smiles
March 1st, 2014 at 2:10 pm
On the path
we find our way
off it.
March 1st, 2014 at 2:12 pm
MATRYOSHKA
Inside the fashionable garden is a cottage.
Inside the fashionable cottage is a lady.
Inside the fashionable lady is the best fashion.
March 1st, 2014 at 2:28 pm
Home
Born in a dream
this stone cottage nested
among the redwoods.
Its window reflects
sun on a tangle of foliage—
green faery fire within.
Older than we are, younger by far
than the ancient ones around it,
this dwelling calls us home.
March 1st, 2014 at 2:43 pm
green pathway…
reflections in a still pond
dwarfed by trees
March 1st, 2014 at 2:47 pm
Birds wonder at the window
Humming witch stirs her pot
Cat sneezes at spicy magic
March 1st, 2014 at 3:12 pm
Looking from the window
pondering the beauty of
roses, trees and ferns
March 1st, 2014 at 3:23 pm
gingerbread house
deep in the forest
trail of pebbles
March 1st, 2014 at 3:31 pm
moss covered path
to an old cottage door –
is that a fairy slipper?
March 20th, 2014 at 3:49 pm
fairy slipper=a seldom seen orchid native to the redwood forests,
March 1st, 2014 at 4:08 pm
redwood forest
even our home
feels at home
March 1st, 2014 at 5:24 pm
tiny hints of light
explode like sparks from the hearth
under dense foliage
March 1st, 2014 at 6:02 pm
windows—
images of crosses
convex foliage
March 1st, 2014 at 6:11 pm
these are not the illuminated cottages you are looking for
March 1st, 2014 at 6:19 pm
even in the beauty of this forest
humans still want more–
skylight
March 1st, 2014 at 6:34 pm
“forest fiesta”
colorful fiesta of candy drops pervade
logs of bread in a gentle spring oven
by a pond of coconut juice
bordering a stick of meandering green taffy
March 1st, 2014 at 7:37 pm
Kinkadian cottages
come and go —
the redwood forest
is the witness
that remains
March 1st, 2014 at 7:48 pm
Returning home
the roses blooming
better than ever
March 1st, 2014 at 7:52 pm
bed of flowers
deep in the forest
frames my cabin
March 1st, 2014 at 8:31 pm
deep in the spring wood this quiet longing
March 1st, 2014 at 9:16 pm
old brick…
flowering trees adorn
variegated shrubs
March 1st, 2014 at 10:12 pm
in sunlit shadows
among the towering pines
thoughts of home abound
March 2nd, 2014 at 3:34 am
redwoods …
the song of crickets at
every turn
March 2nd, 2014 at 3:50 am
stone cottage…
a pheasant's whistle
from a redwood
March 2nd, 2014 at 6:14 am
red blossoms
what power gave you wings
to haunt my dreams?
March 2nd, 2014 at 7:11 am
just as he promised:
the stone cottage at the end
of a lush green lane . . .
in such hidden spots we find
what we scarcely dare to dream
March 2nd, 2014 at 8:46 am
redwood forest
birdsong nestling
in the breeze
beneath the redwoods
I remember how
to breathe
March 2nd, 2014 at 9:02 am
where oh where
can the butterfly be
adrift amidst the sea of green
March 2nd, 2014 at 9:25 am
round well
i swim in circles
with a tied string
March 2nd, 2014 at 12:14 pm
through layers of bark
riding the scent of moss in the wind
I travel the path home
March 2nd, 2014 at 12:22 pm
ivy clings to stone
from fern to flower
dragonflies
March 2nd, 2014 at 12:39 pm
forgetting our
game of hide-and-go-seek…
wildflowers
March 2nd, 2014 at 12:50 pm
long winter
in my cup of jasmine tea
summer dreams
March 2nd, 2014 at 2:56 pm
echoes from the past
hidden among the redwoods
unveils the seasons
March 2nd, 2014 at 10:03 pm
re-energized
by birdsong
at breakfast
March 2nd, 2014 at 11:14 pm
whispers…
moss, roots retrace
fairy trails
March 3rd, 2014 at 12:47 am
whispers…
moss, gnarled roots trace
fairy trails
March 4th, 2014 at 11:17 am
beautiful! :)
March 3rd, 2014 at 3:19 am
taking a detour
the spring stumbles
upon me
March 3rd, 2014 at 3:30 am
not a flood
but forests arose
to submerge our sin
March 3rd, 2014 at 5:21 am
these mighty redwoods
guarding this gingerbread house
with filtered sunbeams
remembering that last walk
the things she tried to give me
March 3rd, 2014 at 8:02 am
If I happen upon
a place such as this,
may birds eat my trail of breadcrumbs.
March 3rd, 2014 at 8:25 am
fairy forest:
no knight goes through …
no bird sings
March 3rd, 2014 at 9:17 am
in the deep of my woods–
a wolf, grandmother, woodsmen
and a child
March 3rd, 2014 at 9:28 am
into the wild…
lost in a fake camellia's scent …
a fairy tale
March 3rd, 2014 at 9:46 am
enchanting cottage in photo—
in childhood
t’would be instantly mine
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#Comments: A stunningly beautiful photograph, inspiring so many feelings and ideas, I couldn’t fit them into a small poem. Appreciating one of the elements would be being unfair to the others.
Then it struck me that I was looking at this photo as a grown-up adult; admiring the blossoms, the pond-well, the stone cottage, the grassy path etc.
So I thought of looking at the photo from another angle. Had I been a child, I’d have looked at it as a whole. The entire wondrous scene would present as a delicious starting point of a fairy tale. Instantly, I would imagine myself ‘climbing into’ the photo, making this cottage and its surroundings ‘my own’ and setting forth on a fabulous adventure!
The poem depicts that. The first line indicating that for an adult, it is only a photograph of an enchanting cottage. The second and third lines indicate my point of view as a child.
March 3rd, 2014 at 10:20 am
my dream garden
grows wild in the woods …
fairies welcome
March 3rd, 2014 at 11:48 am
a petal
on each ripple
early spring
March 3rd, 2014 at 12:25 pm
I stroll into maturity
reaching for sunlight
through the redwoods
my smile shifts
into dappled shades of spring
March 3rd, 2014 at 12:27 pm
spring haze
just around the bend
a bend
March 3rd, 2014 at 12:29 pm
three under five
what lies behind
the bathroom door
March 3rd, 2014 at 12:41 pm
today
all the decades
it waited for her
and held a place
for her old age
Home
and from my blogs
five roads
from this corner
now I know
my way home
on them all
home from mailing
poetry notes
monarch butterfly
greets me
at the back door
Thank you
March 3rd, 2014 at 1:09 pm
hidden cottage
offers temporary respite
among springtime blooms
March 3rd, 2014 at 8:43 pm
Cold stone
Caressed by the greens
Hope is the outlook
Inside, are the dreams
March 4th, 2014 at 10:39 am
the path
to your door
many leaves
March 4th, 2014 at 10:43 am
to sit
in the shadows –
only you
March 4th, 2014 at 6:43 pm
tall redwoods…
the tiny cottage nestles
amidst rich verdure
March 5th, 2014 at 5:33 am
in the presence of redwoods equally young
March 5th, 2014 at 6:00 am
through leaf clad silence
sunlight patters from roof tiles
into the dark pond
March 5th, 2014 at 11:46 am
filtered sunlight . . .
the whisper
of fairy wings
March 5th, 2014 at 12:33 pm
Green, red, sap-blooded
Sentinels outside my door
Frighten me at night
March 6th, 2014 at 5:45 am
found
dreams of green things
growing
March 6th, 2014 at 2:45 pm
Rose, lost in the wood,
stumbles across a path to
the house where fear resides
March 6th, 2014 at 6:02 pm
even the clothesline
wears a patina of green
at the garden's end
March 7th, 2014 at 2:21 am
Ferns as tall as the first turret
The rhododendron appear but tiny
And the hibiscus bloom as tho in the tropics
March 7th, 2014 at 7:40 am
fairy forest:
no knight goes through …
no birds sing
March 7th, 2014 at 8:36 am
I looked at this magical scene,and it did suggest fairy tales and serenity and peacefulness,but the path beguiled me, and my thoughts took in a different direction.
your hidden cottage
the garden path
you led me down
March 7th, 2014 at 9:50 am
beautiful spring day
a tranquil forest cottage
zombies lurk beyond
March 7th, 2014 at 1:20 pm
Stealthily she steps
From dew blade green to leaf mold grey,
Through tendril arcs of ivy
From tree limbs trembling pendulant,
Into the green engulfing wood.
March 7th, 2014 at 4:10 pm
Stealthily she steps,
From dew blade green to leaf mold grey,
Through tendril arcs of ivy
From tree limbs trembling pendulant,
Into the green engulfing wood.
March 9th, 2014 at 9:50 pm
Sunshine
new growth trembles
at the edges of spring
March 10th, 2014 at 8:14 am
afternoon sun
a redwood's shadow leans
into my childhood
March 12th, 2014 at 8:19 am
A variation – Dru Philippou
afternoon sun
redwood shadows lean
into my childhood
March 11th, 2014 at 2:59 pm
redwoods, marking time
in centuries, note the brief
stay of a cottage
March 12th, 2014 at 1:01 pm
On the chimney
is that an eye?
The house is alive!
March 12th, 2014 at 1:04 pm
Where is my house
in the forest —
my secret
fairytale house ?
Where is my forest?
March 13th, 2014 at 11:27 am
Lost in ferns and words
and forest.
March 14th, 2014 at 9:15 am
spring scents
I walk in sync with
my self
_kala
March 14th, 2014 at 9:18 am
spring scents
I walk in sync with
my inner self
_kala
March 14th, 2014 at 3:34 pm
leaf-plates rinsed
with spoonfuls of rain
doll picnic
March 14th, 2014 at 3:41 pm
misplaced shadow —
can I trust the leaves
to cover my trail?
March 16th, 2014 at 11:23 am
waking up
to the scent of redwoods
distant bird song
March 22nd, 2014 at 4:47 am
spring path–
the looking glass
in the redwoods
March 26th, 2014 at 4:41 am
trunks of redwood trees –
passing spring
searching for lilies
April 20th, 2015 at 12:01 pm
ith sex, merely as it would be tough to tell a tale sprinkled
with explicit sexual specific. In the very act of explaining sex as an incidental, you develop an excruciating sex scene.
November 30th, 2015 at 1:08 pm
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May 12th, 2016 at 6:34 pm
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January 2nd, 2017 at 2:27 am
Thanks for sharing.
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