September Music 29

For the month of September I am going to choose a piece of music or song and write a poem or alternative version. Jane Dougherty is doing a September Stanza here. And Kat Myrman is doing September a poem a day Here.

Today’s piece of music is Only the Winds by Olafur Arnalds

My interpretation.

Our love transcends all
Through time and space we fall

We are meant to be together

Our love is not just now but forever.

Our eyes meet across the ages

Our story is embossed on its pages.

We pass through hell and glass

We spin through eternity locked in a clasp.

We are now, then and forever

We are one to be apart never.

September Music 28

For the month of September I am going to choose a piece of music or song and write a poem or alternative version. Jane Dougherty is doing a September Stanza here. And Kat Myrman is doing September a poem a day Here.

Today’s piece of music is Mars, from Gustav Holst‘s The Planets.

My interpretation

Heed me I bring war

I shall smite all in my path

I am the War God

I lay waste to all planets

Showing no mercy at all.

Thursday photo prompt: Fall #writephoto

This is my entry for Sue Vincent‘s Thursday Photo Prompt.

This week the prompt word to go with the photo is Fall.

Rules and Pingback Here

The Fall.

Her eyes snapped open, how did she come to be here. Taking a deep breath she fought the confusion in her mind to discover her last journey. As her breathing slowed she took in her surroundings.

This was a beautiful place, colours, sunlight and the soft splash of a waterfall. She looked down, it was, certainly a long drop with sharp rocks at the base.

In a flash memories of the last week flooded into her already overloaded brain. The fight, the pain, the banishment the overwhelming grief and guilt.

How had it started, she asked herself, immediately giving herself the answer, that the beginning was no longer important but how it was to end.

Suddenly the surroundings began to shift , they were coming she had to act now and quickly, no time to jump to another space or moment it had to end.

Closing her eyes she leaned forward into a fall. The last thing she felt was sunlight and water, the last sounds she heard were birds and the breeze.

She felt a thud, blackness and blissful peace.