The following story was written for this week's 55 Word Challenge. I used all 55 words and selected the picture of the tiger below as my prompt. Here it is: ![]() She pressed against the barrier, her blue eyes fixed on the string of saliva dangling from the cat’s teeth. She knew this tiger once, fed it raw cut beef daily before marrying and moving away. Love doesn’t always last. Sometime the Tiger wins. The stripes sauntered over with a rattling roar that welcomed her home. ![]() I received the Honorable Mention this week. Go here to read the winning entry. Mary Mcculloch, a fellow member of The Fellowship of Christian Writers, issued a challenge this month. FCW members were invited to write a poem one line at a time for 20 days. I'm not really a poet, but I'm in a phase where I really want to stretch my writing and try new things. My poem was completed today. My topic was Imagination. At the time I began my poem, I was working on my Lupine episode of A Musing which addressed imagination and how it can get carried away. This morning, after completing my poem, I hopped on Google+. I saw that one of CWA's members, Cheryl Cope, had posted about Imagination today. God is laying this topic on our hearts for a reason. It's important to pay attention and bind those wild imaginations. Here's my poem: Imagination Bound by Heather Randall
You call to me sweetly, whispering lullabies and lies. Every thought is held captive, to the facts dressed in disguise. Locked up in maybe’s, my mind paints a broken picture. I grasp for something pure, but hope is just a flicker. The worst case scenario calls to me, baiting me into its trap. I wade in the mire of what ifs and abandon the truth giving map. Where are the rainbows and unicorns, and other impossibly plausible dreams? Here problems are too big to see around and nightmares unravel the seams. I long for imagination that inspires me; that playground of beautiful things, but I’m stuck in the moment of mystery where faith develops its wings. |