This is my entry for Hélène Vaillant’s “
” What do you see? Weekly challenge
Here is the prompt photo. I see three generations looking out for a lost love taken by the sea. Turned to stone as they wait. I also see a family pet.
They wait patiently
Watching ever hopeful of
A return from sea
A family ripped apart
Turned to stone but still with heart.
Here we are at the unholy month of October. I thought I would do a paranormal, witchy, unholy bunch of poems, some new and some old.
Don’t forget to check out
Jane Dougherty and Kat Myrman‘s plans for this month!
Today’s poem can be read three ways, the bold print, the ordinary print or as one poem.
Don’t open the box they told her
Please be careful they implored
Keep it shut it is bad they inferred
Evil in it lurks their warnings she ignored .
Suddenly all that , which was good
They said would up and die
Did happen. She’d not done as she should
The evil was out all she could do was cry.
This week’s prompt for LindaGHill’s SoCs is
Rules and Pingback Here
Precious is a word
That is mainly reserved
For that which is special and rare
Like a first tooth or a lock of baby hair
Or the kind of love,
A gift from above.
That a lucky few can share.
Metal can be precious too
Or rare stones of green or blue.
Yet if I were to be honest
To live and love and do our best
And protect our world is just so precious.