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

Prompt ~Incubate


by John Yeo

Bird lays eggs

in her nest

provides warmth


from soft down


Chicks soon hatch.


Hunt for food

nestlings grow 

and soon fledge.


This is a Tricubes poetry form.

Each line contains three syllables.

Each stanza contains three lines.

Each poem contains three stanzas

© Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved.



by John Yeo

We survived the unruly protection of the nest,
There were two of us left on the final day
Pushing and fighting for survival of the fittest
The others died slowly and wasted away.
One day we were forced to fend for each other.
Pushed into flight by our parents insisting
Our shining iridescent plumage glistened over
As our feathers formed and became powerful wings.
Gliding, soaring gracefully, a bird on the move,
A fully fledged miracle flying in heaven’s high.
Soaring close to the clouds floating above.
Survival in the folds of an unpredictable sky.
Calling loudly with a natural melody
Revelling in a new found freedom of spirit.
A powerful instinctive natural urge to belong
To the freedom of the life we were now to inherit.

© ~ Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved.