Thursday photo prompt – Crow #writephoto

Another poem with wonderful thoughts from a beautiful Corvus.

pensitivity101

Thanks Sue for our Genus Corvus subject this week.
https://wordpress.com/read/feeds/3193846/posts/1730178093
If I sit here, silent,
Some may ask am I alive?
I survey the fields and woods,
Keeping an open eye.
No warnings come,
I retain my perch
Silhouetted against the sky,
There is none to hurt.
I look to my left,
This is my good side
Don’t you think?
My feathers ride
On the gentle breeze
Embracing the shadows
That scurry and patter
In trees and hedgerows.
When time comes to roost
Thousands take flight,
Our noise is deafening,
Shatters the peace of night.
All over in minutes,
Only one left in view,
And that would be me,
Staring down at you.

View original post

Thursday photo prompt – Crow #writephoto by Sue Vincent

Never truer words spoken dear brother or sister Crow.

When the pen takes control.

crow

Old black crow you sit there
high up in the tree
if only you could share with us
what your eyes and mind now see,
Would it be a litany
of straight flown paths to home
or disappearing woodland trees
and other tales of woe.
Would you ask what is the yellow sea
that you never knew before
why on each horizon appear
houses by the score.
your world and mine is changing
it can never be the same
some call it evolution
or progress to it’s shame.

View original post

Sue Vincent’s Thursday Photo Prompt Challenge: Crow.

This is my entry for Sue Vincent of Daily Echo Thursday Photo Prompt Challenge.

Rules and Pingback here

The Crow

Mathew came through the door still stunned not only by the pleasant warmth but how suddenly his spirits had lifted.

Calador greeted him as a friend hugging him and offering him a drink.  Mathew was taken aback this elf was so open hearted and generous, not many greeted a Vampire like this and meant it.

Lisa put Hope back in her drawer and said to Mathew. “Would you like to talk about it” “Talk about what ” enquired Rachel. 

A look of sorrow, anger and pain  crossed Mathew’s face as it all returned to him. ” I have killed Fay, I had to” Mathew sat down and to everyone’s horror he wept. Huge tears that ran down his face leaving red marks.

Rachel crossed the room to take him in her arms. The smell and touch of her helped. Mathew took a deep breath and told them all about Fay’s alience with Roman and the Ancients. How she wanted him to side with them. How he had fought with her to her ugly death…… Worst still how he felt he had been fighting Roman right up until she died when she had again become his sister.

Rachel was stunned and sickened to her stomach, the shock turned her into her Werewolf form. Lisa and Calador were not shocked, having physic powers they had known the second,the place and the method of her death. 

Mathew turned to Lisa and asked… “How did you not know of her treachery, why did you not warn me?” Calador rose from his chair “she could not if known even I saw nothing untoward in her thoughts.  Roman probably wove a spell over her to hide her true intentions”

Sighing Mathew lay down next to Rachel and stroked her coat, looking into her ice blue eyes he pleaded “come back to me Rachel I need you”

Lisastod and Calador picked up Hope and headed for the door,”We will watch the sunset from the roof” adding quietly as they left “we don’t need to be physic to know what they need to do”  Lisa giggled as Calador put his arm around her waist. Then she felt a warm bubbling feeling in parts of her body that she thought had died with Mark. Calador looked into her eyes and said, telepathically “don’t feel guilty I ask nothing until or even if you are ever ready.” Lisa let out a sigh and smiled at this beautiful gentle Elf before her.

Back in the room as the sun set Mathew felt himself aroused as Rachel returned to her human form. Every bone in his body wanted her and he could see she felt the same. 

They had sex, fast and furious on the floor in front of the fire,then Mathew carried Rachel to the bed and they slowly and gently, this time,  made love…….

Out on the roof of the castle tower Calador and Lisa surveyed the frozen wastes outside the castle perimeter, such a contrast to their own Indian summer.

A crow that had been watching them from a nearby tree fluttered across and landed on Calador’s arm.

“Hello mister Crow and how are you?” Asked Lisa. The Crow looked from  one to the other then said ” My name is Corvo and I have come to join you in your hour of need.  I have many brothers and sisters and we want to side with you.”

“Then you are all welcome” said Lisa and Calador together as one.

The rest of story so far is here  at Vampires, The Witch and the Warewolf.

Just Jot it January: Day 11. Humiliate.

Today is Day 11 of #jusjojan and the Prompt is brought for you today by Jim Adams at set the tone. Do visit Jim.

Rules and Prompts

Pingback.

Today’s word is Humiliate.

I have written an Acrostic Nonet.

Image at Pixabay

 
Humble me lay me right out to dry

Undress me make me want to cry

Mindmess with me dash my soul,

Instil fear, eat me whole

Leave me smashed, bleeding

Intimidate me

All I have

Take it

End.

Follow me on Twitter

Follow Us

Follow Us

Follow Us

Follow Us

like mercury colliding...

...moments of unexpected clarity

G-Bears Blog

Real Life - Hard Facts !

All in a Day's Breath

Art, Love of Life, Philosophy, Writing, Spirituality

Kevin Parish

Poetry, lyrics and other words...

Claire Ladds

Novelist and short story writer

adamdixonfiction

Short stories from a fiction addict

Write to Inspire

Lance Greenfield - Night Writer

Thoughts by Mello-Elo

Books, Poems, Stories...and a cup of coffee, or two!

Tent Stories

The untold tales of paths trodden, fears conquered and battles won.

Jemima Pett

Writing and reviews with an environmental, science fiction, and fantasy touch

My Colourful Life

Because Life is Colourful

Marian Wood

Aspiring Author and Poet

Ritu Bhathal

Author, Poet, Storyteller

besonian

musings on life, love, people, why we're here and where we're going

Author Steve Boseley - Half a Loaf of Fiction

Horror and Dark Fiction, and assorted other topics

Ben Naga

Gifts from the Musey Lady and Me. "Laissez-moi vous raconter ma vraie histoire."

A Unique Title For Me

Hoping to make the world more beautiful

Looking For The Light

Keep Moving Forward

M J Mallon YA/Paranormal Author

Kyrosmagica Publishing - The Magical Home of Books, Writing and Inspiration

Jane Dougherty Writes

About fantastical places and other stuff

chuffincat

By popular demand.

Art by Rob Goldstein

There is no common truth, but there are facts.

Thru Violet's Lentz

My view, tho' somewhat askew...

The Sound of One Hand Typing

Music, Musings, Memoir, and Madness

Savoring Sixty and Beyond

"So we do not lose heart. Though our outer self is wasting away, our inner self is being renewed day by day." 2 Corinthians 4:16

Antonia Sara Zenkevitch

poetry, writings & rants; hope in the margins

SaylingAway

Shorts, Novels, and Other Things

Joy Lennick

Writing and Reading

The Swan Song

Words and Words are all I have!

EveryDay Wonders

my little soul corner- come and pop by!

The Silent Eye

A Modern Mystery School

TanGental

Writing, the Universe and whatever occurs to me

The Annual Bloggers Bash

The Official Website for the Best Blogging Event of the Year!

Just muddling through life

The ups and downs of a working mum

ThoughtsnLifeBlog

Our Thoughts Influence Our Life.

Iain Kelly

Fiction Writing