So…
H and I both wrote poems for the first theme (“summer solstice”) of our summer writing camp. She wrote a concise haiku about a confident, cinnamon-furred fox, dreaming under the moon. And I wrote a rambler about the solstice being both the start of summer and the start of the plunge into fall (I’m nothing if not consistent, eh?).
I know that was a tease, but we’ve decided (for now) not to publicly share our work on this blog. We’ll see how we feel after we’ve done this for awhile.
But I did want to share this week’s prompt, which is (thanks to H), “Plink”.
Think of it as the sound of a rain drop hitting the metal roof, or a coin dropping into a jukebox, or an electronic wake-up alarm, or an ice cube hitting the side of a glass, or a pizzicatoed E-string on the violin.
What does it make you think of?
Grongar 
Oh, shucks, I was hoping you would share the writings, but I understand. When I read the prompt, I read “Pink” by mistake (not wearing either glasses or contacts will do that to one) and I could not figure out how all those things related to Pink. So I went back and read again. lol Good thing I am not in the club. The only thing it made me think of was my Pink Cinderella clock by my bedside as it is the only Pink thing in this house and was originally purchased so the little guys would leave it alone as they were always borrowing my clock for timing things (boy children are like that as they like to time everything). I knew there was no way they would be caught dead with a Pink Cinderella Clock. I was right. Now Plink is a different matter entirely….lol!
We’re still considering sharing the writing. We’ll see…. I LOVE your pink cinderella clock story!!!
For some reason, “Plink” makes me think of the medieval couplet : “As soon as a coin in the coffer rings / the soul from purgatory springs.” Weird, huh?
Not weird. I think that’s great!