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..


Image © john and Margaret


by John Yeo

Poets and artists struggle to replicate the creases and curves of natural power,

Beginning with a bud waiting to burst when creased, crumpled petals spring apart

Unleashed with the birth of a simple flower, heralding the birth of Spring daffodils


A host of power inspired the poet to meditate whilst overcome with sheer admiration. 

Turning the scene into powerful verse, recreating the scene through his inner eye

By moving and dancing in the breeze, trumpeting the birth of Spring daffodils.


A sight to inspire the artist’s palette to replicate curves and creases through art,

Golden stately trumpets nurse, the ability of pigment to portray reality,

Shapes and shades the admiring eye, replicating the beauty of Spring daffodils.


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Daffodils by Berthe Morisot (1841-1895) a French Impressionist painter.



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

  The morning dawned to an annual seasonal change. A warming sun bathed the garden with a fertile, floral, light. Colourful blooms in the pastel range lit up the garden borders creating a wonderful sight that heralded the return of sweet fertile Spring.

  Almost overnight, the scene had subtly altered. Green branches were covered with swollen buds. Petals were tightly bound, ready to burst outward to reveal a seasonal floral splendour. Then within a few hours a strong heady floral fragrance drifted outwards from the centre of the blooms. So powerful, even the songbirds were overpowered in the sheer glorious delight of feasting on the multitude of insects that were drawn by this heady ephemeral fragrance. The insects visit the flowers to get sweet nectar. Pollen sticks to the insect’s body. The insect then flies off to another flower where some of the pollen may be transferred to the stigma. This transfer of pollen from one flower to another is called cross-pollination.

 Fragrant findings by insects leads to a chain of circumstances with many outcomes.

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 I wrote the following piece of Flash Fiction for our Church magazine in response to this months theme of SPRING.



by John Yeo

To the gardener, Spring is an exciting season of birth-rebirth and renewal.

 Seeds are planted in the sure hope that new life will spring from the ground in the form of food and flowery sensations. Some plants in the borders appearing dead and past resuscitation suddenly spring back to life from their Winter dormancy. The cacophony of birdsong and calls that is known as the dawn chorus begins as wild birds build their nests laying numerous eggs, nurturing and helping them to develop into chicks.

Spring always a season of new life has been extra special for us this year as Margaret and I have been presented with a new Great Grandson, a Spring baby. I wrote this poem which I have dedicated to him and I am delighted to share here as a tribute to all concerned with our grateful thanks to God.



by John Yeo


Bury the seeds in the minds of the young,

Nurture and take care of their fertile minds.

Allow them the freedom to think things through

Watch the growth of ideas spring forth.

Harvest the results of future growth

In technology, the arts, and science.

Enjoy the improvements in life.


Bury the seeds of peace and freedom,

Nurture a caring, sharing empathy for all.

Allow a mixture of cultures in life

Promote a feeling of self-worth with thought.

Harvest the feelings of peace and love.

No more war, free speech with equality.

Enjoy sharing the feeling of a natural life.


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