For today’s prompt, write a last poem. The poem itself does not (and hopefully is not) have to be THE last poem ever written. But it could be the last poem for a person, or the a poem about the last day of school or work. Heck, it could be a poem about eating the last piece of pie (or discovering someone beat you to it).


(A last poem)

The funeral was a formal venerable occasion,

People attended from near and far.

A well-respected member of our local community 

Had passed onward to a shining star.


The family gathered to hear a trusted lawyer

Solemnly intone the final wishes

Of the late mysterious solitary Ebeneezer 

A man who kept secrets of his wealth and riches.


A confirmed bachelor all his lifelong days

As the eldest of nine, brothers and sisters

His spread-out family with many nephews and nieces 

Hearing these last words provoked many shocked whispers.


‘I leave my entire fortune to the member of my family 

Who can solve the riddle of hidden infinity 

Defrost my body that is preserved cryogenically.

Then I will reveal where I’ve hidden my fortune.’

© Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved


Welcome to What Pegman Saw, a 150-word weekly writing prompt inspired by the photos found on Google Maps.

This week Pegman takes us to Portmeirion Village in Wales.

Portmeirion Village, Wales | Google Maps


by John Yeo

Not many people are aware of a valley near Portmeirion that is a renowned centre for Cryopreservation. My Father was Sir Alexander Hastings, a wealthy Industrialist, I was the only family member who shared a secret. Father had been diagnosed with terminal Cancer one month ago. He had deteriorated rapidly but he had suddenly altered his plans for a revolutionary preservation of his body by Cryonics. Father is a devoutly religious man who wondered if freezing his body at the point of death, with the hope of awakening when a cure for Cancer had been found he would be interfering with God’s plans for him. Would he be the same person he once was or an empty shell of the memory of who he once had been? Would he be rudely reawakened from eternal life?
Father will finally be at rest in the graveyard of the Pink Church in Portmeirion.

© Written by John Yeo ~All rights reserved

The Pink Church in Portmeirion