This is a response to a Flash Fiction prompt from ‘The Daily Post on WordPress’  


Describe an item you were incredibly attached to as a child. What became of it? 



by John Yeo

  High adventure, romance, and crime.


A uniform array of seats and students,

A desk, an inkwell and a blotter,

A dipping pen with a removable nib,

Blotting paper to soak up the blobs

Inky fingers from leaks and smudges

Nib scratching on an exercise book,

Nibs that got crossed from wearing them in

Tailored to the way you held the pen.


Train drivers, firemen and cowboys.


Then a competition for all the class,

The prize to win was a modern pen

Blue in colour with a silver nib

With a container made of rubber within

That was filled by a lever with blue black ink.

Write a story, an essay or a poem

Using inspiration and imagination.

I won that pen through determination.


Nature, gardens and current affairs.


I respected that pen for years to come

My writing improved and my comprehension

A prize with hidden value beyond measure

That allowed me to convey my inner thoughts. 

To all around it was just a cheap pen,

To me it represented a treasure fairly won

A gateway to expressing thought on paper

Writing many stories, essays and poems.


Experiences of life, love and growing up.


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This prompt was quite easy for me to answer, as I had already answered something like it in a poetry group Margaret and I were both members of seven years ago. I wrote this poem which is based on an actual event that happened during my school days. The fountain pen I won did give me a lot of service over the years. Sadly, I can’t remember exactly what happened to the pen but the main section of this writing prompt is answered within this poem. I think I probably outgrew or lost this wonderful prize that was responsible for inspiring and enabling me to put my thoughts on paper over many years since.

The Germination of Significance from an Insignificant Seed



This is a response to a Flash Fiction prompt from ‘Putting My Feet In the Dirt’, Writing Prompts hosted by ‘M’.
Which can be found by following the link below..



by John Yeo

Louie was a man with a mission
A man who was dedicated and firm
A man who was incredibly competitive
The opposition had a lot to learn.
Louie put a lot of effort into his cantaloupe
Nurtured his monster melon with care
Used the finest plant food available
To build a specimen succulent and rare.

Peter was the epitome of the competition,
A grower who bent all the rules.
He nurtured his vegetables with loving care
Laughed at the efforts of his rival Louie.
The growers vied for the ultimate prize
The best in show at the village fair.
Peter’s concern was the ultimate size

Louie showered his cantaloupe with care.

That was where the similarity ended,
As the judges appraised them head to head.
Sadly Peter became extremely offended
Over a chance comment carelessly said.
Cantaloupe Louie’s melon was unbeatable 

Easily the best fruit seen for many a year.

Although Peter’s entry was much larger

Louie stole the prize for the best in show.


Cantaloupe Louie had a secret weapon

A special compost known just to a few

Composed of a teaspoon of transgression

Mixed with a shovel of fresh alpaca poo.

Wife Mary was an impressive fruit sculptor

She carved the winning entry into a swan.

Louie presented it with a smile to Peter, 

Then proffered some advice on horticulture.

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