Category Archives: Challenges and Writing Prompts

Donnybrook…Friday’s Word of the Day Haiku

Donnybrook…A Haiku

Brazen spectacles,
these donnybrooks called “debates”
where fools play to win!

~kat~ 25 September 2015

An interesting little word, donnybrook, and a timely one I would say in today’s polarized political climate!  I always research these Friday challenge words before writing my haiku so I am able to assess their full meaning.  This particular gem has a wee bit of history associated with it. The website: World Wide Words gives an enlightening account of its origin:

“We are in Ireland, in what was once a village on the high road out of Dublin but which is now one of that city’s suburbs. King John gave a licence in 1204 to hold an annual fair there.

By the eighteenth century it had become a vast assembly, held on August 26 and the following 15 days each year, a gathering-place for horse dealers, fortune-tellers, beggars, wrestlers, dancers, fiddlers, and the sellers of every kind of food and drink. It was renowned in Ireland and beyond for its rowdiness and noise, and particularly for the whiskey-fuelled fighting that went on after dark.

A passing reference in, of all sober works, Walter Bagehot’s The English Constitution of 1867, gives a flavour: “The only principle recognised … was akin to that recommended to the traditionary Irishman on his visit to Donnybrook Fair, ‘Wherever you see a head, hit it’.” The usual weapon was a stick of oak or blackthorn that Irishmen often called a shillelagh (a word which derives from the town of that name in County Wicklow). The legend was that visitors to Donnybrook fair would rather fight than eat.

As Donnybrook progressively became a residential suburb of Dublin, the fair became more and more a nuisance until a campaign was got up to have it closed; in 1855 the rights to the fair were bought up by Dublin Corporation and it was suppressed. It was around that time that its name started to be used to describe a brawl, at first in the form like Donnybrook fair but then elliptically.”

If you’d like to join the challenge, use this week’s Word of the Day from Dictionary.com, “Donnybrook” in a Haiku (a three line poem with five syllables in the first and last lines and seven in the second line). I don’t have any fancy banners to award you with, but I will lavish you with superfluous praise and accolades if you give it a go. Fridays should be FUN!


Crazy for Love – Monday’s Finish the Story – 21Sep2015

In response to Monday’s Finish the Story Weekly Prompt.  This story begins with the line, “She lived in a mango tree.”  Thanks to Barbara W. Beacham for the photo inspiration this week.

© 2015, Barbara W. Beacham

She lived in a mango tree. Some say she was as crazy as the cuckoo birds swirling around her long gray locks of hair. For forty years she had lived there. A tragedy of love, unrequited.

From the moment she saw him she knew he was her soul mate. But how would she capture his heart?

One day she followed him home…a simple house, set among a grove of mango trees. She conjured a brilliant plan. She would hide herself on the full moon and when he passed by she would sing sweetly from above (she was known for her beautiful voice). He would succumb instantly and they would be forever lovers.

As night fell, he arrived with maiden. She watched as they kissed, professing their love. She never sang that night or ever again, and vowed never to leave. She never did. He was her soul mate.

~kat / 21 September 2015

(149 words)


Forever Listening – Stag & Noise – Haiku Challenge #63

In response to Ronovan’s Haiku Challenge #63…”Stag” & “Noise”.  This one was quite a challenge, but it got the old brain clicking, which is a good thing on a rainy Monday morning!  So…here’s my take…Poor deer. 😦

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Photo Credit: by Matt Reinbold from Bismarck, ND, USA on Flickr

Ears perked toward the noise,
the stag became a statue
on some hunter’s wall.

kat ~ 21 September 2015

Ears perked toward the noise, the stag became a statue.
The stag became a statue on some hunter’s wall.


Sunday Week in Review -20 September 2015

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‘Twas a rousing week of colorful fiction, vexing rants and irony. True to form, for this weekly exercise I present a line from each post that grabbed my attention, in retrospect. Though the captured verses are not necessarily meant to make sense from one line to the next, it is an uncanny surprise when they do!
Onward then, to next week. The sun is shining brilliantly today. I consider that a very good omen indeed!

Week of September 14th
Thanks for applying. We’ll call you.
his skin flushed hot with fever…
She decided to have a bit of fun with what little time she had left.
“Be right back. Cut the deck three times. Sugar?”
before you get us both in a heap of trouble
Sometimes the truth is not pretty.
No one is list’ning.
Kindly keep all rational thoughts to yourself,
we’ve sold our souls and cannot see how in the dark we are.

kat 😜


An Old Horse’s Tricks – FFfAW Challenge #31 

A new challenge from FFfAW… Thanks to William David Laughlin for the great painting! 
 
It was an early morning at the Double-D. Jesse lifted the towel to have a peek at the feast on the stove when the missus caught him out of the corner of her eye. 

“Not until you hitch the carriage Jesse Dean! You know I’ll get nothin’ but rags if I’m late!

A new shipment of fabric was due to arrive at the General Store today and she knew dawdling would mean slim pickings. 

The carriage was just outside the barn, but Beau was nowhere to be seen. Of all mornings! 

Jesse shook his head. Wasn’t the first time this silly old horse went missing. He knew where to find him. Just as he thought, there Beau was, hiding between the young horses. 

“You know you’re not meant for the saddle Beau. Come on now before you get us both in a heap of trouble and my breakfast gets cold.”

Kat ~ 15 September 2015 

(150 Words)