2026 PAD Challenge Day 6
okay I set up the prompts and I already did this one once because it was stuck in my head but I really am trying to do the pad challenge using the Fae Corps Publishing prompts so …
my response is :
daisy chains
tied us together
in flowers and paper
childhood memories
tree trimmings
and moments in the world
each one precious
each one unique
a chance to be
young eternally
2026 PAD Challenge Day 5
my response is:
all knowledge began
with the blank page,
a pen at the ready,
and oral tradition
ready to be written down.
without the blank page
the oral tradition dies
when the last storyteller
died without passing it on.
how much knowledge was forgotten
for the want of ink and paper,
or because the book was then burned?
2026 PAD Challenge Day 4
Serena’s response is:
Dripping ink pours
from every pore
as if it were my
lifeblood leaking
I need to write to survive
and still it drips freely
as if I am unable to use it
fast enough
2026 PAD Challenge
here is my response:
the child flies
on dreams given
lifted by faery wings
and soaring on
the breath of the gods.
For what else could they do
to weave dreams into
some form of reality.
faery wings and dreams
lifted by the breath of the gods
to be eternal and alift.
2026 PAD Challenge Day 2
my answer to the prompt:
Forgotten Knowledge
is so easily found
in old books and dust
the old knowledge
stored in libraries
oft forgotten
2026 PAD Challenge Day 1
my response…
in the twilight,
I found the perfect
partner.
dancing to the song
sung by the crickets
at the setting sun.
no steps out of place,
the rhythm of our souls
perfect as our bodies sway.
Expectations
Ever expanding
Ever exceeding
Equating Ego Erroneously
Extra expected...
Everything Establishing
Extra!
The Graveyard
by Serena Mossgraves
When does the earth
in the graveyard
return to the living?
When do the souls
that guard such places
finally find rest?
When does the graveyard
stop being the place for the dead,
and return to life again?
Wake me
wake me,
for I must be
stuck in a dream...
wake me,
as I have all
I ever wanted.
wake me,
before I decide
to ne'er leave.
The Grim Reaper’s Dream
by Serena Mossgraves
As though life was unreachable
the reaper dreams of what is
naught for them, someone to lead them
towards a paradise to rest in.
Kindness misbegotten,
the reaper realizes…
Dreams were ne’er meant
to be had.
Pattimouse 