Trapped Soul

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For years it fought against it’s tether

Yet the harder it fought the more it would wither.

It  caused itself so much pain,

Yearning for a freedom it never could gain.

Finally exhausted it decided one day

To no longer try to break away.

It decided that it should be what it should be.

So the soul stopped fighting, relaxed. Immediately it was set free.

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Top picture from Pixabay, the second is mine .

Thursday photo prompt: Invitation #writephoto

Tempting, open just a crack

Beckoning  to me, calling  me off the old track.

What delights are  hidden  through the gate, ajar

My senses  drawn to enter

The forbidden is always  a lure.

Like  Eve I am drawn to the unknown

Helpless to resist. Toward it I am drawn.

On the  fresh hold I stand with baited breath

Push the gate, feet itching no choice left.

I enter no man’s land  and  behold

Open my mind as the mysteries unfold.

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#writephoto

#writephoto.

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

 

Life In A Conversation #booklaunch

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Wordless Wednesday 27/2/16. Heathrow.

One – Liner Wednesday. 27/2/16.

Overhead, my son to his son. (Not yet five) “Max where would like to eat your lunch?” Reply, “In my mouth ”

WHAT DO YOU SEE? FEB/26/2019

Fantasy

What do you See? photo challenge Tuesday, Feb/26/2019

The Sentinel.

Mae and Polar Bear , weary from their travels, could not believe the sight

Together with the Winter Queen they had trudged on both day and night .

Where were all the people where are all the homes , the farms, the towns and cities? Vanished, vanished gone!

All that was left was the castle, no longer inviting even though it bad been Mae’s home.

Tears filled their eyes they could not take any of this in… where was their homeland everything was gone.

Mae’s eyes burned but she refused to cry ! Tell me noble Queen how can I avenge this wrong

Winter’s Queen, ice tears frozen on her cheeks turned to Mae and said we shall right all this , you must be strong.

Mount up, mount up cried the Winter Queen we must find the the wicked witch of the East

Find her lair, burn her, tear her limb from limb . She shall be stopped her face removed, on her bones we shall feast.

They set a lone sentinel to watch the Castle bright torch in his hand.

A brave man he …so close to such evil to stand.

They met a child along the way,

Cold and frightened , mama mama was all he’d say.

Mae took the child and wrapped him in her cloak

Warmed him, bodily, spiritually, very gently Mae spoke

Where are your parents little one

Mama gone , mama gone……………..

Hush now child you are safe with us now you will ride

She lifted the child up onto Polar Bears back, silently she walked by his side.

Who could hurt the little child

Left alone and deserted in the wild.

Frozen body frozen mind

This evil witch , was she this unkind

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Weekly challenge

I am using this revised section of Chapter 7 , of my story Little Mae and Polar Bear. As soon as I saw the picture on Willow Poetry , as part of her What do you see I thought of this piece written some years back.

Twittering Tales #125 – 26 February 2019

Photo by Jay Mantri @ Pixabay.com

Art Jim.

Art Dealer:”What do you mean it’s art. Do you think I came down on the last train. The colour is all wrong too white the lines too crisp. Just too clean it’s been done before. Dirtier unsanitary even where are the dirty clothes? Have you anything original”
Artist: “A cow or a pig”

(Without title  280 Characters)

This is my entry  for Kat Myrman of Like Mercury Colliding Twittering Tales.

Colleen’s 2019 Weekly Tanka Tuesday Poetry Challenge No. 125#Synonyms Only

Here is my entry for Colleen’s Tuesday Tanka Challenge. The prompts to us synonymously are Origin and Write.

This week another Tanka

Evil

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From the beginning

I needed to note this down

To register truth

From the inception of time

To record evil’s winnings

Image from Pixabay

RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge 242 Scream&Feather

This is part of Ronovanwrite’s Weekly Haiku Challenge.

Ronovan Writes Haiku Challenge Image 2016

The feathers will fly

She screams but bird does not hear.

Cat sates it’s blood lust

K’lee and Dale’s Cosmic Photo Challenge. Move the clouds.

The sky is quite literally the limit this week on K’lee and Dale’s Cosmic Photo Challenge, because of the prompt K’lee set us on Friday; Move the clouds, a heavenly perspective.
Rules and Pingback at #CosPhoChal and here too

I think I got carried away 🤔

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