Sunday Best: Stormclouds

“I always whisper your name,

Which perfectly allies with mother nature’s lullaby.”

Manisha Chummun

Happy Sunday! This week saw September’s theme, Melancholy, come to fruition. The seasons are beginning to change and for many it is starting to get colder and darker. The writers I shared this week focused on the melancholy in depression, in missing people and in writer’s block. If you missed any, see below:

Tuesday – RL Pencil to Paper Series

Wednesday – Gelert

Thursday – Manisha Chummun

Friday – The Mush from the Hill

Saturday – Taylor Grace

September submissions are closed – thank you to every one who sent in work/is in the process of sending work having reserved a space.

The writing prompt this week was Stormclouds and I received a wealth of responses, so thank you to all who took part. I look forward to seeing what you make of tomorrow’s prompt. For the top three responses, see below:


A. Shea


The Bellowing Arbour – Misterkaki

How much power do you need,
to take from us?
Have we not heard already years,
half asleep, just awake, degraded humanity,
to hear?
Enough perhaps,
to hear the obvious,
our arms swirling.
Perhaps a groaning,
in another over-energetic cyclone.

Be neither comforted
nor distracted,
by thoughts of summer,
just elapsed.
For purring black felines
on your lap,
nor even the singing,
of domestic draughts,
through your cat flap
speak the language you need,
to hear.

Your arbour brothers
and their brides have,
in these shortening days,
hastening wet footings.
And as yet their arms be semi-clothed.
As such and sucking they stand vulnerable,
to that one time,
in how so many years,
Their time early,
too early?

Smote storm stricken betwixt,
the north and east seas.
Cat curled there around my bedding
and my lax hand around a cooling tea.
partners of thundering timbre,
into more of my unthinking time.
But for my brothers
and sisters reach,
oh reach
and bring onto them,
thy swirling beseeching.

Bash their brittle panes,
of protection.
And shriek,
Time is nigh,
civil sleepers.
Come now to the earthen floor,
and rotate all your minds.
Shift swiftly,
into healing embraces before all,
you think you know,
is taken back,
to ancient unyielding slime.

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