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

I have travelled the world on a mission,

I seek to follow the clues,

My existence hinges on the answers I find

To questions that haunt and confuse.

Purple nurple nincompoops

Will always be a puzzle to me.


The trail is hard to follow sometimes

The branches of the whole go awry.

Often when I’m sure I’m on the right lines

A new path opens and new shoots appear.

Purple nurple nincompoops

Will always be puzzling me.


Records were kept very poorly

The clues are confusing and suggest 

My heritage will remain a mystery to me, 

But my instincts for clarification see

Purple nurple nincompoops

Are fascinating to part of me.


When my Mother reached the age of sixty 

She dressed completely in purple

Her behaviour became young and frisky

Uninhibited and gloriously free

Purple nurple nincompoops

Will always be an example to me.


My urge is always to continue my quest

Throughout the whole colour spectrum

Following the clues to discover

The roots of my family tree.

Purple nurple nincompoops

Will always be a part of me.


 ©  Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved


For today’s prompt, write a discovery poem. The narrator could discover an object, a person, an animal, a dishonorable deed, or any number of things. Poets can focus on the discovery, examine the aftermath, or even just mention it in passing.



Live your life with wit and courage
Nothing is sacred in this open age
Your provenance is on display
Your ancestors will follow age-old clues
To find their past to aid discovery 
Of their ancestors on their family tree.
My ancestors were a motley crew
The more I looked my curiosity grew
Like a bird of prey, I swooped 
Through much conjecture and supposition
I pulled back the curtains of the murky lives
My long forgotten family past soon revives.
Following the trails and the slender threads
Of my various ancestors, very widespread.
The list is endless of stalwart citizens
Yeoman farmers, and the very well bred
Soldiers, a thief, seeking fame and fortune 
A Priest a nun and  women of easy virtue.
I pulled back the curtains, 
Closing the windows of time. 
My personal curiosity satisfied,  
I made up my mind
The seeds of me are unique. 
 Recovery of the distant past remains
A mystery beyond true discovery. 
Copyright © Written by John Yeo.
All rights reserved