Wednesday, July 28, 2010

The Brilliant

Jeanette wanders along the shoreline searching the horizon for any sign of the boat. It is now twelve hours since Owen left, his vessel piled high with lobster traps and a crew eager to begin the new season. Last year wasn’t very lucrative, but his hopes for this year remain high.

"Why didn’t I ask him to phone me when he is ready to come ashore? The wind is picking up and the waves are increasing as the tide comes in. Please Lord; bring Owen safely home this night."

Bending to pick up a shell, Jeanette notices a beautiful, charcoal-grey stone, washed smooth by the tide.

"This one will make a great necklace."

Shoving the stone in her pocket Jeanette continues forward, head down, engrossed in the assortment of rocks gracing the beach. Solid colors, speckled, variegated – a cornucopia of pebbles. There is even one that looks like it fell from a bag of Liquorish Allsorts.

As the breeze tosses her hair about, Jeanette wraps her sweater tightly around her shoulders and peers out across the sea.

"Is that a boat out there or just a wave breaking?"

As her heart begins to pound and her pulse races, Jeanette's prayer is answered as the red hull of “The Brilliant” rises and falls amidst the waves, empty of traps.

"As always, thank you Lord!"

Written in response to the letter "b is for brilliant" prompt from ABC Wednesday.

Lobster Boat - by Maureen Newman

Monday, July 26, 2010

A Letter

I wrote a letter to my love
A sonnet of devotion
Laced with passion and vibrant with color
Filled with promise and emotion

Delivering what I often deny
Feelings my voice cannot disclose
Affection I harbour deep within
Placed on the parchment in the finest prose
Written in response to a prompt from Sunday Scribblings.

Wednesday, July 21, 2010


The vermillion flames reflect on the water
More rapid than eagles they fly past as they consume
Without words they command attention
And devote seekers stare through the shimmering heat

They dance; of course
To their own rhythm
Red, yellow, orange, white flames
Wreathed in grey particles that obscure
Flashing skyward sparks escape
Igniting and purifying as they feast

All nature is mobile
Panic ensues
Direction is obscured; temporary blindness
Instinct rules as creatures flee the inferno
Finding refuge in the raging waters
A test of strength, salvation for the able

Clouds burst and rain falls
Hissing, whistling, smouldering
Smoke steals the air and lungs collapse
Black rivers flow and water extinguishes
Mother nature claims her own
And from the embers life is resurrected
Written in response to a prompt from Magpie Tales.

Tuesday, July 13, 2010

An Amazing Person

That would be my daughter Tammy! I want to be just like her when I grow up. A world traveler; a successful entrepreneur; a valued employee; a poet; a writer; compassionate; dedicated; beautiful; loving; and through it all, she shines with the light of her faith. Can you tell I’m proud of her? .... Ma

Written in response to a prompt from Sunday Scribblings for an amazing person.

Thursday, July 1, 2010

Oh! Canada

The colors of my country

Crimson leaves
Aqua blue waters
Purple skies
Yellow sunsets
Green fields
Brown earth
White clouds
Black nights

Light the Catherine wheel
Watch the colors dance

Oh! Canada

Written in response to a prompt from Magpie Tales.