Thank you to Barbara from MasticadoresUSA for publishing my shadow a prose poem, The Shell Collector.

“The Shell Collector: A Shadorma Prose Poem” by Robbie Cheadle

My poem and pictures are doing double duty again for both Tanka Tuesday and Esther Chilton’s writing Challenge.

You can join in Esther’s writing challenge with the theme of Halloween here: https://estherchilton.co.uk/2024/10/23/writing-prompts-37/

This week, Colleen is hosting Tanka Tuesday with a fun Halloween poetry challenge.

This is the challenge:

Witches and their potions are synonymous with Halloween. Let’s create a spellbinding poem. (longer syllabic forms work best). You can write freestyle, but you must include a syllabic form too!

Write a syllabic poem about a witch brewing a potion. Include vivid descriptions of ingredients and their effects. 

You can make the poem a rhythmic chant or incantation, enhancing the magical feel of your words. The idea is to have fun, so humor works!

➡️ Feel free to use end rhymes on forms that don’t usually have them. Please let us know the form and if you’re using end rhymes. (The use of end rhymes is optional).

For this challenge, if you’re using end rhymes on forms that don’t usually have end rhymes, you’re creating experimental syllabic poetry. 🥳

You can join in Colleen’s challenge here: https://tankatuesday.com/2024/10/29/tankatuesday-halloween-poetry-challenge-10-29-24/

I did use end rhymes for my poem which is freestyle rhyming verse (is that a real form or did I just make this up?) with a micro poem at the end. The first word of every line also creates a famous quote. I’ve given you the book from whence the quote comes in the content of the poem. Hehe! This is an inverse Golden Shovel poem as the first word creates the quote (and not the last) as I wanted the last lines to rhyme. This was a most interesting challenge and certainly stretched my writing abilities.

Cooking for Halloween

Double the worms to make it wriggle

Double the worms to make it jiggle

Toil to create the perfect Halloween pie

And a delicious dip of beetles and a fly

Trouble is the oven’s been playing up

Fire in the chimney the cooking disrupts

Burn the crust and Count Sugular will grumble

And Baby Howler will complain and rumble

Cauldron on the stove suddenly boils over

Bubble mixture pops from air exposure

By lifting the pot, Witch Honey the punch saves

The alcoholic fruit bats inside still misbehave

Pricking visible fingers with horny wings

Of these bats no witch praise ever sings

“My goodness,” she cries, giving one a smack

“Thumbs would make a much better snack

Something needs to be done right away

Wicked creatures do not make my day

This on top of cooking, will be my death

Way things are going, I’ll end up like MacBeth

Comes someone my way? Quick, put on a smile”

***

Halloween party

Requires much preparation

Cooking up a storm

If you like these characters, you can read more about them in Haunted Halloween Holiday by Robbie and Michael Cheadle available from TSL Publications here: https://tslbooks.uk/product/haunted-halloween-holiday-robbie-and-michael-cheadle/

Dora’s prompt was as follows:

“Writers of all sorts have found repetition of phrases or lines like a mantra to be a useful rhetorical tool.

Your challenge is to either use repetition as a rhetorical device (repetition of a word or phrase or line) in constructing your poem; or to write a poem that centers around a motto, your own or perhaps passed down in your family or in your culture, showing how it’s been used or misused.:

Thank you, Dora. I chose option 1. You can read the other contributions to this prompt here: https://dversepoets.com/2024/10/22/poetics-of-mantras-repetita-juvant/

You can read Dora’s poem here: https://pilgrimdreams.com/2024/10/22/this-gingko-tree/

I am late posting this poem as it took me a while to get it how I wanted it. So, I am posting it for Open Link Night hosted by Lisa who says the following: “Hello to All d’Versians gathered here today at this site of pubtalk and poetry! Lisa here, hosting Open Link Night, where you can write to the offered optional prompt OR link up any poem of yours that you fancy.:

You can join in Open Link Night here: https://dversepoets.com/2024/10/24/dverse-open-link-night-372-thursday-october-24-ekphrastic-options/

You can read Lisa’s poem here: https://tao-talk.com/2024/10/24/dverse-oln-372-yellow-bird/

Lonely black rhino

A nocturnal forager

Of leaves and twigs

I hear him snuffing and snorting

For roots he digs

Lonely black rhino

***

Hard to catch a glimpse

He’s ultra shy

Hides among trees and bushes

I don’t like to pry

Lonely black rhino

***

Just once I’d like to see him

And get a good photo

He rushes across the road

Like a great dark shadow

Lonely black rhino

***

Critically endangered – a tragedy

Rhino horn trade in bloom

Magnificent animal dies

People traditional medicines consume

Dead black rhino

***

Those who appreciate wildlife

Fail to understand

Why death results in status symbols

Why animal blood makes humans grand

I try to help save you – hope the plans succeed

Quick as you can blink

Lonely black rhino

Could end up extinct

***

Act now – save lonely black rhino

Act now – saw lonely black rhino

***

Shout, make your voice heard

Shout, voices heard

Can only help

Shout

Shout, voices heard

Must help

Lonely black rhino

I don’t have any pictures of a black rhino. The are incredibly illustive. I’ve seen a few but they are just too fast to photograph. These pictures are of the white rhino.

This month, in honour of Halloween, I am discussing the mythical elephant graveyard. Is this fact or fiction? Do elephants mourn their dead?

Thanks for hosting, Kaye Lynne Booth.

In Touch With Nature: Halloween special – Elephant graveyard: fact or fiction #InTouchWithNature #Elephants

Frank’s d’Verse challenge today is as follows:

Satisfy your thirst for seasonal color! Write a haibun that alludes to either Fall foliage or Spring blossoms.

You can join in here: https://dversepoets.com/2024/10/21/haibun-monday-10-21-24-fall-foliage-or-spring-blossoms/

The veterans

The twin lines waver down both sides of the street. Aging sentinels attired in their uniforms of jacaranda blue, spit polished silver buttons which sparkle brightly in the spring sunshine.

A gentle breeze shakes the branches releasing a shower of purple confetti. A nearby bird bursts into excited courtship song.

The environment pays tribute to these revered spring veterans.

Aging sentinels

Smart in jacaranda blue

Silver buttons shine

And, of course, there are pictures:

Thank you to talented author, Teri Polen, for featuring me as part of her amazing Bad Moon Rising series of Halloween posts. Teri has some wonderful books that you will find on her blog.

#BadMoonRising And the Grave Awaits by Roberta Eaton Cheadle #horror #shortstories

Resa has created an art and literature linked extravaganza for And the Grave Awaits. Thank you, Resa.

And the Grave Awaits – by: Roberta Eaton Cheadle

De Jackson, aka WhimsyGizmo’s, d’Verse Quadrille prompt is Let there be light. Light is one of my favourite subjects to paint and photograph.

The prompt is as follows: Write a poem of exactly 44 words (not counting the title), including some form of the word light. 

You can join in here: https://dversepoets.com/2024/10/14/quadrille-210-let-there-be-light/

You can read De Jackson’s poem here: https://whimsygizmo.wordpress.com/2024/10/14/monsters-ink/

Disruption

Shafts of early morning light

Paint broad strokes across water

In shimmering, shining gold

Grey heron in search of breakfast

Creates lines of bright ripples

Disrupting mirror-like surface

Peaceful scene interrupted

By arrival of buffalo

who grunt and snort aggressively

while jostling for position

Thank you, Robbie, for allowing me to take over your blog today so I can talk about my upcoming new release, A Noble Bargain. I’m deeply grateful for your generosity and support!

The forest industry is often referred to as the oldest industry in America. A Noble Bargain opens in the sawmill town of Crossett, Arkansas. I had a chance to visit the area and do research a few months back. I found that Georgia-Pacific bought the company in 1962. But the original sawmill, known as Crossett Lumber, was established in 1899. The coming of the railroad changed the climate of the industry and the town. The original workers were paid in store credits at the company store, much like the early coal miners in Kentucky. Safety was not a concern and there were many accidents and fatalities. Another fact I uncovered in my research had to do with Yale University. Each year, they sent students to Crossett to study the forest industry. They built camps to house the students for their spring stay of three months. They built the camp in 1946 and abandoned it in 1966.

My main character, Oliver Quinn, works at the sawmill. But his job is outside loading lumber onto train cars. There is a reason he doesn’t want to work inside the mill, which I reveal in my story.

Excerpt:

He gazed up at the clear sky, a contrast with the brown, orange, and gold leaves on the trees. “For you, Dad. The dream you never got to live.”

While he drove, he thought about the good times when his father took the time to teach him to pitch, catch, and swing the bat. Swing for the fence, he’d tell him. Then there were the ball games he’d attend when his father played for the Crossett Millers. The desire had been strong in Patrick Quinn to make a better life for his family in whatever way he could. He was good at fighting in the boxing rings, but the sawmill provided security and a regular paycheck. He sacrificed his dream for the family. That was until the fateful day when a saw blade ripped through his leg, severing the main artery.

Now it was Oliver’s turn to provide a better life for them all, and perhaps that included Rose. He couldn’t think of anything more rewarding.

Throughout the story, Oliver remembers the strength of the dream that brought his family to America. And, as the man of the house, is determined to make a better life for his mother and sisters.

Have you ever seen a sawmill in operation? While I didn’t get to tour the plant, I found a lot of fascinating facts in my research.

Blurb

A true testament of character, resilience, and the magic of never giving up.

The year is 1948 and folks in the sawmill town of Crossett, Arkansas, work hard and play hard. Oliver Quinn does both. Oliver is the son of Irish immigrants who firmly believe in pursuing the American dream. His deepest desire is to play major league baseball. He only needs one chance to prove himself.

Rose Blaine is living in a nightmare where dreams don’t exist. She’s suffered for years at the hands of her violent moonshiner father and his partner. During a brutal attack, she must fight back or die. The aftermath is devastating.

Fueled by desperation, Rose strikes a life-changing bargain with Oliver. If he’ll take her and her brother to St. Louis, Missouri, she’ll introduce Oliver to her uncle, a baseball legend.

While their journey is fraught with unseen perils, they forge an unbreakable bond and make surprising allies.

When destiny throws them a curve ball, they must find the courage to create a hopeful future out of the ashes of shattered dreams with newfound fortitude.

Purchase A Noble Bargain by Jan Sikes

https://books2read.com/u/booMQR

About Jan Sikes

I’ve been an avid reader all my life. There’s nothing I love more than losing myself in a story.

Oddly enough, I had no ambition to be a writer. But I wound up in mid-life with a story that begged to be told. Not just any story, but a true story that rivaled any fiction creation. Through fictitious characters, the tale came to life in an intricately woven tale that encompasses four books. Not satisfied to stop with the books, I released music CDs of original music matching the time period of each story segment. In conclusion, to bring the story full circle, I published a book of poetry and art. I was done.

Wrong!

The story ideas keep coming, and I don’t intend to turn off the creative fountain.

I love all things metaphysical and often include those aspects in my stories.

I am a member of the Author’s Marketing Guild, The Writer’s League of Texas, Story Empire, and the Paranormal Writer’s Guild. I am an avid fan of Texas music and grandmother of five beautiful souls. I reside in North Texas.

Find Jan Sikes

http://www.jansikes.com

https://www.jansikes.com/blog

http://www.facebook.com/AuthorJanSikesBooks

https://www.bookbub.com/profile/jan-sikes

http://www.amazon.com/-/e/B00CS9K8DK  (Author Page)